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I was going to try to sleep in today, but I couldn't. Too much on my mind, which I guess isn't surprising.
Saw the doctor on the third floor on Friday. Bleh. He wasn't that cute, and he wasn't that helpful either.
"Wait and see," he says.
Oh yeah. I don't think so. I mean, I'm sorry, but I can't see- that's sort of the point.
He had one idea for how to take the stuff out of my eye, but it involves making about four holes in my eye, for: a light, a little vacume, a little thing to add more fluid, and a little scalpul. Riiight. I have- well, there's a medical term for it, but basically what it is, is small eyes. You think I have room for all that crap?
I don't.
Anyway, I wasn't too impressed with this guy. Wait and see is one reason; the other is that I don't think he's ever seen someone with small eyes before- he didn't know they could dialate me, for crying out loud! Was surprised when the drops worked. So I'm sitting there rolling my eyes in the dark, trying to explain to this guy that I can so be dialated- my poor little eyes can be dialated until you can hardly see anything but pupil. They did it for my lens implant surgery, and it took almost 48 hours to go down.
So I'm going back to see this...person today, and then I'm going back to see my 'real' surgeon, and then we'll get some real work done. I hope. Gods, I hope.
What I was really hoping was that we'd be able to plan what to do last week, on Friday. No such luck, but maybe today. That'd be nice, since I have classes on Wednesday, and I'd like to be able to tell my teachers how many more classes I'm going to have to cut. The fewer, the better, but the eye's got to come first, or not much else matters.
Sigh. Sitting here listening to my Pirates soundtrack, wishing I could just be a pirate.
I never get to do anything cool.
Saw the doctor on the third floor on Friday. Bleh. He wasn't that cute, and he wasn't that helpful either.
"Wait and see," he says.
Oh yeah. I don't think so. I mean, I'm sorry, but I can't see- that's sort of the point.
He had one idea for how to take the stuff out of my eye, but it involves making about four holes in my eye, for: a light, a little vacume, a little thing to add more fluid, and a little scalpul. Riiight. I have- well, there's a medical term for it, but basically what it is, is small eyes. You think I have room for all that crap?
I don't.
Anyway, I wasn't too impressed with this guy. Wait and see is one reason; the other is that I don't think he's ever seen someone with small eyes before- he didn't know they could dialate me, for crying out loud! Was surprised when the drops worked. So I'm sitting there rolling my eyes in the dark, trying to explain to this guy that I can so be dialated- my poor little eyes can be dialated until you can hardly see anything but pupil. They did it for my lens implant surgery, and it took almost 48 hours to go down.
So I'm going back to see this...person today, and then I'm going back to see my 'real' surgeon, and then we'll get some real work done. I hope. Gods, I hope.
What I was really hoping was that we'd be able to plan what to do last week, on Friday. No such luck, but maybe today. That'd be nice, since I have classes on Wednesday, and I'd like to be able to tell my teachers how many more classes I'm going to have to cut. The fewer, the better, but the eye's got to come first, or not much else matters.
Sigh. Sitting here listening to my Pirates soundtrack, wishing I could just be a pirate.
I never get to do anything cool.
