Monday, March 23, 2015
First of all, let me finish telling you the story that I forgot to tell the ending to yesterday...
Remember that I told you about texting Ron about the cookies we forgot on the back seat of car, and I assumed that he had taken care of it?
Well -- as the event was over, he went to move the car closer to the Center (it was parked close to the church). He came back in, came up to me and said, "I just now got your message." WHAT?
Yep. The cookies were still on the back seat and came back home with us.
2 dozen cookies. Just what we need. Sigh.
Monday.
I woke up. I tableted and read. I got up and played Happy Homemaker - my most favorite thing in the whole wide world, you know - getting the dishes done. I checked the laundry, too, but decided that it can wait until another day.
Then it was time to get dressed and get headed down the road, so that I had time to get some lunch before eye exam time. I'm glad that I did that, because the eye exam took a lot longer than I expected it to.
I went to Bob Evans (of course - it's right in front of WalMart, which is where I was going) and had a Sunshine Skillet with banana nut bread for my lunch. I timed my leaving just right, getting to my appointment exactly on time after a pit stop.
After filling out the zillion papers that always comes with going to a "new" doctor, I am finally called back for my 'pre-exam.' Pre-exam? Well, okay. The technician asks me a zillion questions (that I just answered on those papers) and does a few tests, including the air puff test. Then it's back out to wait for the doctor. Finally, it's my turn and the real fun starts. After all that testing, he puts the dilation drops in and it's off to sit and wait a few minutes for the drops to work. You know me - I read the whole time! - and then it's back in for the rest of the exam. Then the rest of the exam, and then the doctor tells me all the news:
1) I have cataracts. That's not a surprise - we all have cataracts, we are born with them. As newborns, they are clear. As we age, and for most of our lives, they are white. As they start to get bad, they turn yellow, and when it's time for surgery to repair, etc., they are orange. Mine are (already) at the yellow/orange border - more yellow than orange still, luckily.
2) I have water vacules on said cataracts. These water vacules can 'explode' at any given time, and that can make the cataracts worse.
3) I have bleeding in the back of my eye. Again, not really a surprise, seeing that I am diabetic AND take blood thinners. But...
4) I have dry macular degeneration. Dry MD is the better one to have - Wet MD is pretty bad. Dry MD can be treated, Wet MD cannot, not easily, anyway. This also wasn't a surprise, although the level he spoke of sure was.
5) My vision is so bad, that when I asked the doctor what my number was (you know, like 20/20 or 20/200 or 20/400), his first reaction was, "Oh, you're off the chart," while shaking his head. When I pressed him for a number, he said some mumbo-jumbo, then ended with, "something like 20/1200 or 20/1600." Well. I guess that tells me, huh?
I put on my goofy little sunglasses to protect my dilated eyes and came home, where I hid from the world the rest of the day.
When Ron came home, we watched Starsky and Hutch episodes. We made Manwich for supper and that was it.
Oh, the cookies from yesterday? There are TWO left, and Ron will take those to work with him tomorrow...
Tomorrow I plan to stay in hibernation, then on Wednesday to rejoin the real world.
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