I don’t have a diagnosis or why,
As the tears run out of my eye.
It’s just the creation
Of a foreign body sensation
I’m really not one to cry.
I went to the Clinic Formerly Known As Mine as a patient today. Despite a steady snowfall on top of six inches accumulation from yesterday, I went out into the cold, with the mercury here in Iowa reading two degrees colder than in Barrow, Alaska.
Two days ago my left eye started feeling scratchy, and I woke in the middle of the night to put in Celluvisc eye drops, which have worked well in the past. They helped for a short time, then the sensation that I had a boulder stuck between my upper lid and my eyeball increased until, I was sure, the Rock of Gibraltar had taken up new residence.
I don’t mind waiting for my doctor. In years past I have found a few minutes of peace and the chance to read a magazine in physician’s waiting rooms. But today I sought relief from major, immediate physical discomfort.
During her examination the numbing drops from my doctor came as a wonderful relief, which I knew would only last twenty minutes. The flourescein drops showed a small corneal abrasion. My doctor inverted my upper lid but found nothing stuck there.
On the way out I received many hugs and questions about my upcoming plans. I hope all patients are treated so warmly, especially on so cold a winter’s day.
You can’t call it a blizzard unless wind combines with cold and snow, but the white stuff has continued to fall for a day and a half and slippery doesn’t even come close to describing the roads.
On a day when going to the doctor carries significant risk, I drove to the drug store, fearing its closure.
I bought my prescriptions, and I also bought more Celluvisc.
I first made my acquaintance with this very soothing eye drop twenty-five years ago, and have recommended it frequently since. If the problem went away in less than twenty-four hours with Celluvisc, it did not warrant a visit to the doctor.
I broke open one of the single use units in the car before I drove away from the pharmacy, dropping the soothing artificial tears into my eye. I waited to get home before using the antibiotic and the anti-inflammatory.
Continuing pain demanded more Celluvisc, a couple of Tylenol, and recumbent position with my eyes closed. Two hours later, I called my friend, the ophthalmologist. Two hours after that, he has not called me back yet.
Just as well, most of the pain has gone.
Even doctors have to wait to see the doctor.