Just got home. Today’s eye clinic visit was zero fun. They needed photos of my retina. Like most testing machines, this one requires techs saying, “Blink, blink, blink! Open wide and don’t blink, don’t blink [blinding flash of light] don’t blink!” They couldn’t get it to work and kept smooshing my nose into the machine and holding my lids open so I COULDN’T blink for, like, 20 seconds, by which time I was ready to confess to crimes I hadn’t committed, including some that happened before I was born.
The retinal guy said everything looked fine. Then he said, “When do you see [corneal specialist] again?” and I stupidly said, “After I see [other retinal doc in the clinic] about a vitrectomy.” He looked shocked, checked the computer, scowled, muttered, and stalked out. Oops. I guess he assumed he’d be doing any retinal surgeries. I felt like I’d told a kid his girlfriend was going to prom with someone else.
Thank you for the rays of hope for my daughter! I’ll let you know how it goes.
wordy, that is sucky news indeed. I hope the new chemo wipes it out. I’m so sorry you and your battle-weary mom have to face yet another enemy encounter. I’ll be hoping and praying for her. She sounds like such a sweet lady.
FCM, gosh that’s too bad about FCD’s nightmares. My gosh, you couldn’t ask for a better, more devoted son than he is. Poor boy. Would he be willing to do grief therapy? I hope so.
What is a nixie clock? All I can imagine is a clock that has Richard Nixon’s hands in the “V for victory” and his voice saying, “Sock it to me?” on the hour.
@Bob_Blaylock. Thanks so much. That sounds great! I’ll see if my siblings would be interested. I can’t drive these days, so I’d have to have someone who can stay there, too, if I’m to get to and from the wedding.
Maybe he was merely hoping to see a cool explosion.