On Wednesday, my mother drove me down to Boston for my annual “big eyes” appointment. We grumbled at the traffic, but still arrived early. I was not looking forward to the first lady who would check the pressure and put all the drops in. I never knew that the crazy instrument shoved in my face was to check the pressure, so Blondie, thank you for explaining this to me! And now I know that checking the pressure allows them to check for glaucoma. Why did I used to not ask questions?! After all that was done, I sat in the dilation waiting area trying to ignore the man talking excessively loud on his cell phone, even though there are signs everywhere asking you not to. I guess his dilation drops worked REALLY well. (diabetic humor?) Someone else called my name nearly immediately and I got nervous because she isn’t my doctor. When my original D-nurse suggested an eye doctor, I wasn’t able to use him/her because of scheduling conflicts. So when bright flower lady called me in I was scared that this was the original doctor. If she was, that’s okay, but I really like my eye doctor. She’s personable and nice and comforting, especially when I ask questions. Bright Flower Lady left the room and fantastic doctor walked in. She looked at my eyes for a few minutes (longer than normal because I was having issues keeping my eyes open for that bright-a$$ light). She rolled back over to the desk and said, “okay, you’re fine and we’ll see you again in a year.” WOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😀
As I tell my mother that I’m writing about my eyes, she looks closely at my face and says “They’re there.” So no matter what happens in the future re: diabetes, I’ll always have something to be proud of.