smoke gets in your eyes
"You don't need to sign in," she said, "I remember you. Sarah, right?" As I wondered just what in the hell that was supposed to mean, I noticed they re-did the lobby; new chairs, a new TV and a decorative dividing wall. "I wish main campus had enough surplus money to spend on decorations, much less not firing all our faculty and staff," I thought to myself. I was here for the six-months-since-the-last-time eye check up following my PRK surgery in April. The surgery, which marks almost to the moment where everything in my world shifted and I started a cycle of confused lunacy that left me where I am today-- living on my own. I distinctly remember wondering what my life would be like by the time I came back here when I was handed that appointment card in May. I'm fairly sure I would not have guessed this. November 29th.... that seemed so far away.
A wave of nausea washed over me as another doctor-in-training pulled back the lights that were shining in my eyes long enough for me to see my own eye-veins.
"Any changes in your medical history since last time"
"Nope, everything is the same," I answered, thinking how completely untrue that was at the same time. Since the last time pretty much everything in my life had changed except my medical history (and my job).
"Are you satisfied with the results?"
"Yes-very" Yeah, well.... the results of everything that has happened since May? Jury's out on that one.
After another doctor (or doc-to-be) looked at my eyes, the doctor-doctor came in, checked me out and told me that a cloud had formed in my left eye. My vision is still perfect, but now, because of the cloud, I am to take steroid eye drops four times a day. Great. Another doctor-in-waiting came in to see my cloudy cornea. One of the drawbacks to getting the advanced cared offered at a university hospital is that all matters of one's body become learning opportunities. I look forward to the time when at least all matters of my heart won't turn into "learning opportunities."
Another trip to the CVS and back to work. I wonder what my life will be like when I go back to the eye doctor in 2 months?
Until then remember: nothing chases the clouds away like steroids.