Cross my Heart and Hope to Die
Enough.
Is.
Enough.
Pardon me for being overly dramatic. (No, really...Moi?)
But here's the thing: today I had to go to the retina specialist again for my funky eye spot that not only is NOT better, seems much worse.
There's a reason for that.
It IS much worse. In fact, there's BLOOD around my retina now and also? I am growing this membrane (idiopathic choroidal neovascular memberane--for those of you Googling at home) that is normally found in people 30 to 40 years older than I.
Yes, once again, proof that my body somehow aged forty years one night while I was sleeping, leaving me with an adolescent's yearning for love and acceptance housed in my own 80-year-old body.
Think about it--it explains so much.
But that's not even the POINT of this blog post. (Warning: prepare for massive overuse of capital letters now.)
The POINT of this blog post is to tell you that the treatment for this weird bleeding membrane is a SHOT IN THE EYE.
As in, a NEEDLE in MY EYE.
The doctor put MEDICINE IN MY EYE THROUGH A SYRINGE AND A NEEDLE!
Y'all. I think I am freaking out.
A NEEDLE in my EYE.
Is.
Enough.
Pardon me for being overly dramatic. (No, really...Moi?)
But here's the thing: today I had to go to the retina specialist again for my funky eye spot that not only is NOT better, seems much worse.
There's a reason for that.
It IS much worse. In fact, there's BLOOD around my retina now and also? I am growing this membrane (idiopathic choroidal neovascular memberane--for those of you Googling at home) that is normally found in people 30 to 40 years older than I.
Yes, once again, proof that my body somehow aged forty years one night while I was sleeping, leaving me with an adolescent's yearning for love and acceptance housed in my own 80-year-old body.
Think about it--it explains so much.
But that's not even the POINT of this blog post. (Warning: prepare for massive overuse of capital letters now.)
The POINT of this blog post is to tell you that the treatment for this weird bleeding membrane is a SHOT IN THE EYE.
As in, a NEEDLE in MY EYE.
The doctor put MEDICINE IN MY EYE THROUGH A SYRINGE AND A NEEDLE!
Y'all. I think I am freaking out.
A NEEDLE in my EYE.
Comments
Ow, ow, ow.
I can't imagine anything that would freak me out worse; seriously. You have all my sympathy on this one.
OMG!
((((((((((Barb)))))))))))
I hope that you are being wrapped in tender care tonight. You have been through it, lady.
I hope that's the LAST shot...
You just freak out all you need to, darlin'! I think you are MORE than justified!
Squinting in sympathy over here.
(did I say EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!??)
Does this now allow you to spill every cross-your-heart secret you've ever promised to keep... that is, now that you've had a needle in your eye;)
I hope the torture is at least effective and it fixes the problem? YIKES.
I'm so sorry you're going through all of this crap.
Oh, wait...
They put my mom under anesthesia for a little time while they cleaned behind her corneas...she still says she didn't feel a thing, but I watched, and it creeped me out BUT good.
I'm with everyone else, tho, and hope that this ONE SHOT will fix the problem and that you never have to have it done again.
There, there...I'll hold yer hand. :)
I'm hoping (hard) that it's effective.
Wow.
BUT -- you actually can't feel much (if anything) with your eyeball. No nerves, doncha know. When you get something "in your eye," it hurts because of the lids. And if you get hit on it, it's the lids and the pressure passing through the eyeball. Or so I'm told.
Your eyelids shouldn't be involved in the shot, and there shouldn't be much pressure, so, if you can get past the gross out factor, it really shouldn't HURT. I hope.
Crossing fingers and toes for you. (Which may explain why I had to re-type many parts of this! Oh, wait! No, that was just lack of skill.)
EWWW!
Did you already get it done? It sounds like you've already had it done.
I have nothing supportive to say. The closest I've gotten is when they put a needle in an infected cyst on my eyelid...it hurt like HELL! I can still hear the noise.
Now I've got to go be sick.
E.W.W.W.W!
Are you ok?
Did you at least get valium first? I think I would freak at that almost as much as if he had suggested leech or maggot therapy.
I hope the shot works wonders for you Barb.
*hugs*
Definitely calls for excellent new yarn (Alpaca?) and lots of red wine. Also chocolate. And orange cat snuggling.
*and now squinting in sympathy*
(but really - once you get past the ewww factor, could you even feel it?)
I can watch all those doctor shows on TV where the blood and guts are hanging out, limbs hanging by a thread of skin, even brain surgery, but when they do the needle in the eye thing, its just....
EWWWWW!!!!