Eye See…or Not.
So last month, remember when I mentioned my eyesight slowly worsening?
I finally got around to (read: stopped putting off. I’ve had two throacotomies and yet somehow am a big baby when it comes to having my eyes messed with) seeing the eye doctor this past Friday. But not really, because I actually walked out of the office after waiting for an hour in a waiting room with over 17 patients and a lovely smell of overly-used public restroom that was making my sister and I gag. The receptionist also decided to peace out before 5pm and I left without notifying anyone.
So in short, West Boca Eye Institute will no longer be my clinic of choice and my next appointment is on June 3rd at a new, presumably better place.
Which is good because on Saturday night, for the first time, I was unable to drive myself to my destination because my sight was so poor and the lights were too bright.
I got half way to the local Barnes and Noble, flipped out in a mall parking lot, made it home, collapsed into a puddle of rage-filled tears, and officially can no longer drive at night.
I can deal with pain, needles every day, medications that make my face look like that of a chipmunk. I can even deal with the 4am prednisone cravings for brownies and my skin looking perpetually sunburnt,
but I cannot deal with autoimmune in my eyes or losing the independence of driving at night.
On that note, please keep your fingers crossed that whatever is going on with my vision is not uveitis or brain-related, and can be easily resolved with contact lenses.
Do any of you deal with blurry vision or related symptoms with your autoimmune or autoinflammatory diseases?