No further word on the dog. I am anxious to know either way, but the world works at its own pace, I guess.
The eye doctor was the eye doctor. I really like my eye doctor. She’s great and she’s stabilized a lot of my eye issues. But this was the year when she told me that 40 is not only going to be the start of mammograms, it’s going to be the start of someone more qualified than her monitoring my retinas. So, it’s nothing to freak about but I still find it unsettling.
She was like, “People say their eyes are really bad and that they’re blind without their lenses, but in your case, it’s really, really true. Your retina problems are just exactly what we’d expect to see in someone as nearsighted as you.”
But the thing is that I’ve always has my mom as the marker for what really bad nearsightedness is, so I’ve always felt like mine can’t be that bad. So, it’s taken some adjustment to settle into the idea of it being bad and it causing situations (problems is too strong, I think) that need to be monitored.
I don’t know. There’s just nothing to make you feel like you’re skating out on the thin ice of lucky like hearing all the things that go wrong for people like you but haven’t gone wrong for you yet.