more on my ‘special eyes’

So my special eyes and I are back from my follow-up appointment. I have to be at UK tomorrow for a more thorough exam. (last week she had wanted to dilate my eyes for a closer look, but I didn’t let her because I had to be able to see to get to the ob/gyn later that afternoon (my eyes take forever to come off dilation).) As she peered in, she said, “Interesting. I’m going to look again.” And she did. Like three times.

Then she went back through my chart again, got it into her hand, and pushed her stool over to me, even though we both knew I couldn’t see. She said, “We both know you haven’t had laser surgery. But here’s the thing. Laser surgery leaves these tiny telltale marks. And you have them in your right eye. Exactly where they should be.” She also said the optic nerve doesn’t sit exactly where it should.

We went through my medical history again.

She said I’m showing all the signs of having an optic/retinal tumor – but I’m not showing any symptoms outside of the occasional migraine or headache. She said it’s very possible that I have an undiagnosed “pseudo-tumor”; she said it’s really not that uncommon and can wreak havoc with your eyesight, or maybe it’s something that’s been there for a very long time and nobody ever told me if it was found.

Hence the trip to UK. She wants me to see a specialist, so they can take an even closer look at what’s going on and see if they can find out what my eye is up to.

mine eyes

The good news is that I’ve not gone even more blind. The bad news is that the visual acuity in my left eye – the one plagued with dry AMD – has decided that it must catch up and be just as horrid as the visual acuity in my right eye. In other words, my vision in that eye has failed just enough to make me think that my AMD had gotten worse. The vision in my right eye hasn’t changed. And the AMD hasn’t changed; that’s five years now with no change.

At one point, we had a moment of my going, “Um, what eye chart, John?” That’s always good for a laugh – and this time it was true. I’d taken my contacts out, and he’d not put the lens thingie back in front of my face. :snort:

Gods, it was so stupid. Before we ever left the house, I came into the office to close the mini-blind behind the computer and rammed into the desk. And at the eye doctor, on the way into the exam room with Dr Simpson, I ran right into the wall. The wall! :shakes head: Leave it to me. 🙄

In other news. After we left Dr Simpson’s, we stopped into the Regency Road Kroger. On the way in, I looked up and saw “Pet Supermarket”, so we went in. I’ve searched all over town for Grey Lady a new corner comb since we moved and had to leave her other one; poor thing has begged for a new corner comb. Low and behold and praise be to all gods mighty and holy, the Pet Supermarket had her corner comb! So we bought one. When we got home, I told her we had something special for her, and the little shit recognized the box! :warped: She turned in circles and went completely wrong side out waiting for me to unbox it, fill the little pouches with catnip, and affix it to the wall in the kitchen. Then, she rubbed and rubbed and rubbed – on me and the corner comb. Happy Bird!