Wow…I was just about to start my very OWN thread about such an experience that happened to me last night.
I’ve been having a few ‘eye’ issues over the last few weeks. I had been a patient at the Ocular Immunology clinic at our local Eye and Ear hospital over a number of years, but they gave me the ‘all clear, or at least as clear as things are gonna get’ last November. Now, rather than seeing my GP (who has no clue about my eye disorders) to get a referral to get ANOTHER appointment at the O.I. Clinic (and possibly wasting everyones time in the process), I decided to pop in to the Casualty Section of the E and E last night after work…just to see if they could see if there was anything obviously wrong, or whether I was just being a hypochondriac…
Well, when I got there, the waiting room was virtually empty (a rare occurence for this hospital btw). I was given an acuity test within 2 minutes, then saw the ophthalmologist within 10. “Bewdy”, says me to myself…this is going to be over in no time. After the ophth. had done a quick once-over, she instilled some dilating drops so that she could do a more thorough exam. I waited for the drops to take effect, then a nurse popped by and bunged some more in for good measure. My eyes were not dilating quickly enough, so about 2 minutes later they put even MORE in. Sheesh…I’ve never needed more than 2 drops per eye in the past, but this added up to 6 per eye! Whatever…I was just chuffed that I was going to be getting out in time for dinner.
But the ophth. came back again, and as I squinted blurrily at her, she informed me that all the Cas. staff had to go off for a meeting. “We’ll only be an hour, so if you wanna go off and get something to eat while we’re gone, just make sure you’re back by 7.00 pm”. Wha? You’ve fucked-up my eyes, and now you’re telling me that I have to go walkabout while you have your meeting? Why the hell did you put the drops in if you knew that you had a meeting at 6.00? Why didn’t you tell me to piss off and come back later…?
But of course, it was more than an hour. I’d toddled/weaved my way up the road to find the local MacDonalds** (because the cafe at the hossie was well and truly closed by that time) and managed to get back by the required 7.00 pm. However, the quacks didn’t arrive back on the floor until 7.45. THAT’S A WHOLE TWO HOURS SINCE YOU PUT THE FIRST FUCKING DROPS IN MY EYES, AND NOW THEY’RE STARTING TO WEAR OFF AREN’T THEY!!! So they had to put more in…arrgggggggghhhh.
Anyway, they finally found some ‘vitreous detachment’ but hopefully no retinal tear. Mostly this condition is associated with older people (thanks for that info Doc…:rolleyes:), but given my sordid ocular past, nothing shocks me any more. I finally got home at 8.45 pm…after arriving at the hospital at 5.30. And the poor sods that came in AFTER me (and during the staff hiatus) had to wait much, much longer than that.
** Do not ever attempt to order something at Maccas if you have had eye treatment. You can’t see the menu, and as you ‘um’ and ‘ahh’ about what to eat, all the staff/customers think you are a whacked-out druggie with the munchies. Also, do not think about negotiating peak hour traffic (as a pedestrian). While YOUR sign might beep/say WALK, there are no guarantees that drivers are gonna give a shit about that one way or the other. Heh. You can’t jump out of the way if you can’t SEE the bastards bearing down on you!!
