This Irish eye ain't smiling
Yesterday afternoon my right eye started bugging me. Felt like a little bit of pressure was on it. Since I had been staring at a computer screen for most of the day, I chalked it up to a bit of eye strain and didn't worry about it. This morning I woke up and was stopped dead in my tracks at the bathroom mirror at the sight of a massively swollen eye. And I do mean massively. Except for the fact there's no bruising, it seriously looks like me & Rocky Balboa when a round or two. So yeah, I'm off on a wonderfully exciting trip to the doctor now.
Just got back from the doc. There's no sign of any scratches (relieving, since I really don't want any more mundane scars
). No foreign objects in my eye (unfortunately this means that I still
don't know where I put the ulu knife
mom & dad brought me from Alaska). Really, other than the massive swelling, there's no sign of anything wrong. In other words, the doctor doesn't have a freakin' clue what happened. So, as a precaution, I'm just supposed to put a warm compress on it every couple hours and add a few eye drops every six. Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe eye drops? No? Well, now I have. And it actually bears repeating . . . I. Loathe. Eye drops. Hate 'em. With a passion. But, since it got stressed to me (multiple times, btw) that y'know, if the swelling gets worse, or if I start feeling pain, or if my vision starts going bad, or if my range of motion in that eye diminishes, blah blah blah, then I should contact them immediately
so they could get me "right in to an eye specialist" . . . well, I guess I'll deal with the frackin' eye drops. Although she was probably just making things sound worse than they possibly could be specifically to scare me into using the drops. Doctors can be devious like that.
Posted at 3/3/2006 12:35:24 pm by PhilM