are they at least ill-tempered sea bass?

A couple of months ago I went to the eye doctor and got glasses. While I was there, my doctor told me that she thought I might be showing early signs of glaucoma, so she had me come back and do a really gross eye test that involved a little plastic doohickey touching the surface of my eyeball. (And yes, that really is just as squicky and gross as it sounds.) However, she couldn’t tell much from the test, so she sent me to a glaucoma specialist. Great.

That appointment was a couple of weeks ago, and I can’t believe I didn’t blog about it, but I think I was in some sort of “lalalala-I-can’t-hear-you-lalala!!!” denial mode about it. It turns out that yes, I actually am showing early signs of glaucoma (thanks for the crappy eye genes, Dad!) and I need to have laser surgery on my eyes to make sure that I don’t suddenly go COMPLETELY EFFING BLIND. Um, yay?

The doctor said he could do my eye surgery on August 4th, then said, “You aren’t traveling anywhere between now and then, are you?” I said actually, yes, I’m going to Chicago at the end of July (I didn’t tell him about BlogHer, I was worried he might look at me funny), and he said, “Oh no, that’s no good. Ok, in that case, we have to squeeze you in sooner.” Apparently the air pressure changes in an airplane could cause the fluid pressure in my eyes to change and again with the blindness and OMG are you kidding me with this?

So, I’m having laser eye surgery next Friday, July 10th. At 4 p.m., which sucks because it’s not a daycare day, and it’s right at the end of Catie’s naptime, and Dave has to be there at the eye doctor’s because I won’t be able to drive myself home afterward and blaaaaah I so do not want to deal with this. Also, I have no idea how I’m going to be feeling after the surgery, but we’ve had two invitations for fun stuff that weekend, and I’ve had to turn them down just because I’m worried that I’m going to be feeling weird, or at the very least I’m still going to be wearing those giant protective goggle sunglasses from the eye doctor’s.

Yeah. Laser eye surgery. Yippee. But let me tell you, if I walk into that doctor’s office and see a shark tank (sharks with frickin’ laser beams attached to their heads!), I am SO out of there.

fill my eyes with that double vision

I mentioned here a while ago that I was having problems with my eyesight, which I’d noticed when I was trying to read. It isn’t so much a problem when I’m on the computer, but books, the iPhone, and the Kindle all made my right eye hurt and go blurry. I knew I was way overdue for an eye checkup (my last one was sometime in 2003, I think), so I made appointment for today, since Catie is in daycare and I wouldn’t have to bring her with me.

Also, Dave’s glasses broke a while ago, so he needed some new ones. Ok then, appointments for two! Not quite a date night, but any outing without the kid counts, right?

As I was kind of expecting, the doctor told me I was farsighted right away. Then she started doing that, “which is better, number 1 or number 2?” thing with the different lenses. And while my left eye is basically fine, no matter what she did with the lenses on my right eye, I was pretty much blind. Huh. It was a little disconcerting. I kept waiting for the big, “hey, I can see!” epiphany, but it never happened.

She did some more tests, and concluded that I have a lazy eye. It’s not severe, she said people wouldn’t notice it when they’re making eye contact with me – unlike a guy I once went on a blind date with, who had a lazy eye so bad that he made me horribly self-conscious that there was something wrong with my ear. One eye made perfect eye contact, the other seemed to be focusing on the side of my head. It was freaky.

Also, my dad has glaucoma, and she’s a little worried that I might be showing early signs of developing it too. So I’m going back next week for some test that will involve a plastic thing on the surface of my eyeball and oh my god, I think I’m going to have to get my regular doctor to call in some Valium for me beforehand.

In the meantime, I now have glasses. Or at least, I’ll have them in 7 to 10 business days.

I have glasses

Certainly not the greatest picture of me, but they’re pretty cute, right? They’re red. I like them.

Dave has glasses too

Dave got glasses too. They look a lot like his old ones, I think it’s a good look for him.

P.S. Apologies if the title of this post put a Foreigner song in your head. It seemed fitting.