Monday, March 28, 2011

Get your eyes checked. A PSA from your friend Jo.

Remember when I posted a picture from January 1 excitement and said I hope this isn't any indication of how the rest of the year would go?  Well, I think it was.  In the first quarter of 2011 the following events have happened:
  1. The wounded eye
  2. My dad had a cyst, that was between his brain and his skull, sucked out through his nose.  All is well now.
  3. My mom had rotator cuff surgery.  On her other arm.  She also needs knee surgery once her arm heals.
  4. I have a lump in my boob that is a cyst.  I have a follow up in six months and if it is still there I am demanding it be removed and if my doctor refuses I will find one who will remove it.
And drumroll, please....I now have to have surgery on my eyes.  MY EYES people.  And before I go into all of the gory details of MY EYES, I want to tell you all - go get YOUR EYES checked.  Even if you are not having vision issues.  I went because my glasses were getting old and worn out and I wanted new ones.  My vision had not really changed much, but I knew the eyeglass place would require a current prescription, so I made an appointment and went to the eye doctor at the end of February.  And that was how it all started.

We got through all the vision stuff, you know "better now or now?" "better with this or this?" routine.  The doctor made some notes and I was figuring we would get onto the numbing drops, dilation and all that stuff.  She then says, "I cannot dilate your eyes today.  You need to go see a glaucoma specialist because you have narrow angles.  If I dilate your eyes I am afraid those narrow angles would close off completely."  I assumed that would be bad.  And boy was I right.  Because if those already narrow angles close and stay that way?  Blindness sets in in one to two days, often without warning.  And if you do have warning signs and symptoms, they are often attributed to something else - migraines, stomach flu if you have vomiting, or some other more common illness.

So last week I saw the glaucoma specialist.  I was supposed to be there for four hours and I had to have a driver because the dilation he would do would be pretty serious stuff.  Way more than a regular eye doctor.  An hour later I'm told I am finished.  He can't dilate my eyes either, for the same reason as my regular eye doctor, and I need to have surgery.  And the surgery can wait no more than two to three weeks.  Oh, and they can only do one eye at a time so I have to do this twice.  Fuckin' awesome.

I have since been reading about narrow angles in the eye and closed angle glaucoma.  As my doctor explained, I DON'T have closed angle glaucoma.  My angles are narrow, not closed, and the pressure in my eye is normal and my optic nerve looks great.  There is no scar tissue or permanent damage to indicate that the angles have ever closed and opened again, so all of that is good.  If I don't have the surgery, though, I am at very high risk of developing closed angle glaucoma and that is bad.  Very bad.  At least for those of us who wish to keep our eyesight.

So in less than two weeks, I will trek to the eye institute and have a tiny hole burned in my eye, in between my iris and my pupil, that will act as a drain to keep the fluids flowing and compensate for those narrow angles.  Then the next day, I will go back so he can do it again to the other eye.  He normally waits a week in between, but due to his schedule, my schedule, etc. it would have worked that it would have been longer than a week in between and he doesn't want to wait that long.  I tried to talk him into doing them both in the same day, but he wouldn't agree.  I was happy he agreed to two consecutive days.

So there is your PSA for this week.  Get your asses, and your eyes, to the eye doctor.  Pronto.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Can you believe it?

I'm here.  I'm really here.  Living and surviving and even having some fun as we worked our way through a snowy and cold winter!  I am happy to say, our daffodils have buds on them.  I love that the sun goes down later now and our trees will be blooming soon.

With all of that, there really just isn't anything exciting going on.  I can't think of anything snarky to write about, I haven't been in any confrontations with raging drivers and my clients at work have been fairly normal.  Though I do often complain on Facebook about people who have gross feet.  I won't massage gross feet, so don't ask, because the answer will be "no".

We have "met" our exchange student via online methods.  He is 15 (he will be 16 when he gets here) and he is from Sweden.  I will not tell you his real name, but my BFF calls him Sven, so I probably will, too.  That is not his real name, though, and she is concerned she might call him that to his face.

How, do you ask, will she call him Sven to his face when she lives a 24 hour flight away in Guam?  Well, that's easy.  She's moving back to the states in April.  She'll be within a days drive on the east coast!  Yay.  We are excited.

I am all abuzz with the Royal Wedding and am hosting the Gala of the Year to gather all my friends who want to either stay all night, or join us at about 4:00AM that morning to watch the wedding together.  I will be sporting a tiara and a replica of Princess Di's, now Kate's, ring.  It's true.  It arrived today.  There will be Buck's Fizz (British name for Mimosas), Welsh cakes, and other breakfast assortments along with English Tea and a real wedding cake.  There will be a British flag to welcome the guests and engraved matchbooks as a party favor.  We will even have quite a bit of memorabilia on display, as one of my friends is quite the Anglofile and Royal Family Expert and collector of all things Windsor.

So that's it.  One of these days, I hope to get back to blogging on a more regular basis.  Of course, I think that frequently...