I didn’t follow that advice exactly when I got
a floater in my right eye on Saturday.
But yesterday I do go to see my eye doctor. When I arrive, I interrupt the receptionist
who is busy scrutinizing her long green neon fingernails. She ignores me even
after I say I am here for a 3:30 appointment.
I wait 45 minutes before being seen by a
technician who checks and dilates my eyes.
I wait another 15 minutes and then the doctor sees me. He examines my eyes with a bright light and
then I have an eye sonogram.
The result:
“You have a floater in your right eye but there is possibly some
traction so I want you to see a retina specialist tomorrow.”
I walk home with plastic, wrap-around disposal
sunglasses as I can’t find my own. I
look like I’ve just left a 3-D movie and have forgotten to take my glasses off.
This morning I see the retina specialist. The exact tests I took yesterday are repeated
today except a new unpleasant one is added.
A very bright light is shone in my eye at the same time that the doctor
pokes around with something that looks like a steel probe. I’m surprised when the doctor tells me that a
good percent of his patients cannot tolerate this test. I guess I can because a) I have a relatively
high tolerance for pain (my son was delivered with no anesthetics); b) I don’t
want to take any chances with my eyes; and c) I ‘ve had worse medical tests (a
probe in my nostril and snaked down my throat comes to mind).
After all this testing the results are good: no
separation from the retina and no tearing.
“Come back in a month and we’ll check it again.”
“Do I really have to,” I want to ask, but
don’t.
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