So, there I was today, fiddling around on ECF, as I'm wont to do, when the little yellow 'donuts' that have been affecting my vision for 2 days start 'blooming' a little quicker than they were yesterday.
(Sigh)
So, I call my family MD and ask her to set up an appointment with the eye specialist in her building. She tells ME, 'nay nay Young Scot, you're to go to Emerg. NOW. Do NOT collect 200.00, just GO.'
(Sigh. Again.)
So, I drag myself up to the hospital and tell them what's going on.
"Oh! Kath! We'll get you right in!!"
Great! (Membership has it's privileges..)
So, I'm off to Fast Track!! I'm given my very own little 'eye exam room'!!
It's 6x9 and most of the room is being taken up by THE CHAIR OF DEATH. (Or, the optic exam chair, I hate having people poke about my eyes..it's a bad thing...)
Then I SAT THERE. For HOURS.
FINALLY, the Doctor pokes his head around the door, and lucky for him, it was a NICE head...
, shines a light in my eye, (yes, the same one I could have done to MYSELF at HOME) and asks me when I had my last dilated eye exam done. I told him 2-3 years ago.
He says, 'Ok, brb..' and disappears, then, 1/2 hour later, in comes some CHICK giving me a sheet of paper for my scheduled out-patient eye exam for Thursday.
WTF?
So, I ask what's going on? SHE doesn't know, so I take a look at the requisition form and there it is..'Detached Retina'.
Gee, thanks for telling me!!
Bloody HELL!!
(Sigh)
So, I call my family MD and ask her to set up an appointment with the eye specialist in her building. She tells ME, 'nay nay Young Scot, you're to go to Emerg. NOW. Do NOT collect 200.00, just GO.'
(Sigh. Again.)
So, I drag myself up to the hospital and tell them what's going on.
"Oh! Kath! We'll get you right in!!"
Great! (Membership has it's privileges..)
So, I'm off to Fast Track!! I'm given my very own little 'eye exam room'!!
It's 6x9 and most of the room is being taken up by THE CHAIR OF DEATH. (Or, the optic exam chair, I hate having people poke about my eyes..it's a bad thing...)

Then I SAT THERE. For HOURS.
FINALLY, the Doctor pokes his head around the door, and lucky for him, it was a NICE head...

He says, 'Ok, brb..' and disappears, then, 1/2 hour later, in comes some CHICK giving me a sheet of paper for my scheduled out-patient eye exam for Thursday.
WTF?
So, I ask what's going on? SHE doesn't know, so I take a look at the requisition form and there it is..'Detached Retina'.
Gee, thanks for telling me!!
Bloody HELL!!