Yesterday, I went to the eye doctor to find out what was going on with my eyes. The doctor was really nice, and she meant nothing but the best for me. I think my situation was a bit beyond her expertise though. Essentially, I think I really just freaked her out. She ended up telling my dad and I that I needed to be in the hospital somewhere—and right away. She said that my optical nerves were dangerously swollen; that's why I'm having the blurred vision. I think she actually said that I could end up with some seriously permanent vision problems or worse—that means death—I’m pretty sure.
“Hmmm, that's pretty cool,” I thought to myself, “maybe we should get me to somewhere where I won’t be facing such an imminent disaster.”
The funny thing about the whole situation was that after we were informed about the severity of it all, we ended up waiting like another hour or so for the doctor to talk to all of these other doctors in neighboring states and beyond (which was a beautiful gesture but ended up amounting to jack). Just after being told how dire my straights were, we were waiting around in the doctor’s office lobby—for the better part of an hour. I found the whole situation to be mildly comical to say the least (although our doctor was a sweetheart). She meant nothing but the best for me, and I honestly do appreciate everything that she attempted for me.
Sigh…now that that’s over. Here we are in North Carolina driving up to Johns-Hopkins and staying in hotels, motels and whatnots. If all goes well, I’ll be in the hospital come tomorrow. Maybe that’ll bring some kind of release to me and provide with some sense of Karmic retribution in these strange times—but probably not. I never would’ve thought that I’d be here right now, but I also never would’ve imagined all of the other things that have happened. It’s a pretty strange world—er life—I guess.
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