Eye to Eye

More on the eye front. I woke up this morning to see—so to speak—that the lower half of the vision in my right eye is dark and the upper half is blurred.

(That was my good eye. My left eye, which does not focus well on anything and probably never will, was pleased to learn that it is now my good eye.)

It's Sunday, and I called the eye clinic to get their line for urgent problems. I spoke to one of the opthomologists. He is not the guy I've been seeing, but he knows my case. He asked a lot of questions and explained the condition to me, which, I guess, is not uncommon. He told me to rest today and go in first thing in the morning at which time they can examine the eye to see what, if anything, they can do. I asked him what I might expect, what are the potential outcomes. I took copious notes (are there any other kind) and after hanging up tried to summarize on paper what he said I might expect. It comes down to one of these three possibilities.

1. It will get better


2. It will stay the same


3. It will get worse

I am happy to report that my sense of humor is intact. That made me laugh.