I feel pretty drained after today.I HATE going to doctor's offices/appointments by myself. It's just so overwhelming, and you feel like who knows what they'll diagnose you with, and you come into a room full of old people and they wonder what such a young girl is doing at an opthomologist's office.
So after I sit for 30 minutes waiting for my vision test, I get into the room and right away the specialist says that my right eye looks like it would after somebody has had surgery. I hadn't even said a word yet! Now, I'm one of those patients who LOVES to talk and ask all about the profession and how the doctor's day is going, etc. So she does this cool test where I have to push a button when I see a white light, and I'm all interested about how the machine works and we get to talking about how young people are having strokes, etc. I just like to be one of those people who brightens a doctor's day.
So I leave the specialist, and go up to the 4th floor where the primary opthomologist is going to look at me. Another 20 minute wait. The first doctor takes me back and there is a med-student shadowing her. Now, I usually don't mind, but once again I'm all alone in a big overwhelming hospital, and I just am not really feeling that comfortable talking about my whole eye issue in front of another person. But it goes okay and it actually turns out to be good.
OKAY, so finally the main doctor comes in, asks me about my eye, and decides to do 2 tests-- put ice on my eye, and also make my eyes look up for some time, all to see if the eyelid will go back into place. It doesn't. Now i'm like, umm it's been all fun and games,but... so he puts these eyedrops in my eyes, and over a period of 15 minutes my eyelid slowly starts to go back to normal. But the primary doctor says that he can't give out the eyedrops, etc because they are just to do routine testing. He basically tells me two possibilities that are happening to my eyes, and says that the only way to correct it is to get SURGERY. Grrreeeaaaat. At first I was okay, because it pretty much is a routine surgery- 45 min, except that recovery is a whole week with my eye turning purple and blue. Then that whole "being alone feeling in a huge hospital" basically started to wash over me. They sent me over to get some blood tests done in the hopes that it could be one of the two diagnosis that actually can be treated. I LOVE telling the people who draw blood that the blood actually looks like the color of pomogranets. I was kind of mesmerized by how pretty the color of my blood was. And then we somehow got onto the topic of how I don't have a boyfriend, and I wish I did because then I could act all weak and needy, so my boyfriend would get me Taco Bell (because Taco Bell is amazinggg!) and make me feel better. The good old African-American lady chuckled and said she was surprised that such a pretty girl didn't have a boyfriend. And i told her that I don't know where all of the good guys are, probably hibernating. And she thought that was hilarious, so I guess that's good that I made somebody laugh.
Whenever I would get sick, my mom would go out and buy me ALL of my favorite food, and I didn't have a mom or a boyfriend to buy me food, so I went and got the life changing Caribou Campfire Mocha with a delicious blueberry muffin, got lost getting out of Atlanta, stopped by the mall to by my mom some gifts, and then got some Taco Bell.
I REALLY don't want to get the surgery. I'm praying that my eye will get better by itself.6:46 PM 4 Falling Stars
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