No Less Alarmed

Well, other than being assured that my actual eyeballs are fine, I’m no further ahead in figuring out what is happening to my sight.

My optometrist performed all the usual tests (checking blood vessels, peripheral vision, pressure, prescription…) and found nothing conclusive. Here’s what was discovered: my vision has rapidly deteriorated to the point where if it gets any worse I need to stop driving. My vision is now border-line for being able to operate a vehicle. Yikes. She didn’t want to speculate as to the cause of what is going on, but used the term optical neuritis a few times. Then she stopped talking, saying that she didn’t want to unduly alarm me. Too late – I’m already there.

I hope to hear from the specialist soon. Before I can’t see at all.

I don’t want to wallow, but… BLOODY HELL!!! I have things to do, I’m just getting going, picking up speed. These are some of the things I was looking forward to in my life in the near future: becoming a cub scout leader, volunteering on the school PAC, running again (just bought new funky runners), continuing to manage the office at work, possibly participate with Andy in a documentary that I’ve been contacted about, participate in a focus group on property tax assessment… the list goes on and on. I don’t have time for this!!!

Deep breath. I need to focus on the here and now. I’m going to sign off, finish some work at the office, pick up the boys, and then make dinner. I’m not deeply religious, but I feel that we’re given what we can cope with. New realities become our revised version of normal, we carry on. We have to, the alternative sucks.

About Christine N

I'm married to Daryle, Mom to two wonderful boys - Daniel and Andy.
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