When I stepped into the waiting room, I knew it was going to be an adventure. There looked to be only half a dozen available seats in the large oval room. There were chairs lining the Pepto colored walls and two rows of chairs in the middle of the oval back to back. Sort of the “Mushpot” area in the middle of the room.
I walked up to the counter and signed in. The lady behind the counter with way too much eye make up on shot me a glance, almost as if I was annoying her. I just entered the last bit of info, 4:22 check in time, and found a seat.
Ah, a seat right by the door with a buffer seat between me and the stranger near by. This is prime real estate in a crowded waiting room. I sit down, fold my arms, and wait to be tortured.
“George Simons?” says Eye Make-up Girl (ugh, it’s Simmons. Two M’s people!)
So I go up to the counter pay my co-payment and turn around to see that a mom and her kid walked in and took my seat. Great. The only spots available were in the middle of the room. GREAT!
So there I sit. Right in the middle of the room. If I look up, I am either staring at the backside of a patient at the counter OR I am face to face with EMG. “Please call me next. The drops are not as bad as this.” I whisper under my breath.
While I am sitting there I hear EMG answering phone calls and making appointments for people later in the week and some next week. I remember back to when I called EMG and asked for an appointment.
**in sitcom fashion the scene becomes blurry and I go back in time for a moment***
“We have an appointment available on the 29th of January. Would that work?” EMG says.
“January? But it is November. You have nothing available until next year?”
“… okay I will take it.”
“George Simons?” (ugh)
**Flashback sequence has ended**
I spring up and dash to the meet the Ophthalmologist at the door. I remembered her from last year. Then the next chapter of the nightmare begins.
“So how is your blood sugar? Are you stable?”
“Well, it is better then before. I mean, it is a constant struggle.”
“I understand.” She said. “So, what we are going to do is put some drops in your eyes to dilate them so I can look inside and see if the diabetes has affected your eyes.”
“Right,” I said “just like last year.”
“Well, you will have to have this test every year until you are off medication or considered a ‘non-diabetic.”
Did she really just say that? Anyway, I make a mental note to mention that here and I continue on.
She puts 2 drops in each eye and then starts typing in some stuff into her computer. Wow, it is not so bad. Maybe they got new drops. Molasses free drops or something. That was not nearly as bad as I remember.
Then she says, “Oh I need to put one more drop in.”
She must have found them. But these drops were “extra spicy” because the stung like hell!
I sat there trying to blink while she continued to type info into the computer.
“The last time you were here I see that we showed you the video about how Diabetes affects the eyes. I am going to show you a video about LASIK surgery. We offer that here in our office and I am sure you are curious about it since you wear glasses.” She double clicks. “I’ll be back when you are dilated.”
I am thankful because I did not have to go into the waiting room BUT she is putting a video on her computer screen for me to watch when I CANNOT SEE!!!
Seconds into this video and I am completely grossed out. I cannot see it but hearing the host describe the cutting and folding of the eye totally freaked me out! The best part was at the very end of the movie I hear, “most people are good candidates for LASIK except for some pregnant woman and diabetics.” Nice.
She comes back in and does the exam. I do know where you can purchase lights that harbor the intensity of 1000 suns but apparently ophthalmologists know. Oh my goodness, I swear that cannot be good for your eyes.
She said that she saw several spots where the blood vessels are bleeding but that is to be expected. It is nothing to be alarmed about (I am alarmed anyway). She said that there is one that is close to the center of my retina and that she would like me back in 6 months to have it looked at. She goes on to say that if this particular spot was more to the side she would not even worry about it.
I am worried anyway. Should I be? OC please tell me what I should do. I am nervous. Can I trust this person after the other things she did? I hate not feeling confident with my health care.
So that was it. I come back in 6 months for another adventure. Looks like Karma got me for saying it was the worst day of the year. Now I get two.