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36 is the new 80 - Idiot Control Now
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mellowcandle
mellowcandle
36 is the new 80
Six months ago when I was getting new glasses, the eye doctor said he was concerned about some pressure in my eyes, and to come back in six months for a follow-up appointment.

So that was this morning, and yes, it seems like I'm in early, early stages of glaucoma.

He gave me a prescription for eye drops and I'm to go back in a couple weeks to see if they're helping.


Fantastic.


This is the point in life when your body starts turning on you. Don't you wish you could trade it in for a new one every ten years?

Current Mood: worried worried
Current Music: ball of fire--tommy james and the shondells

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cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: May 6th, 2010 08:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
I inherited susceptibility to near-sightedness from my mother, so my eyes are quite poor myself. Haven't seen an eye Doctor in... 2, 3 years? I'll bet things have gotten worse though, because of law school and the long abuses that entails. Hang tough.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: May 7th, 2010 03:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, I hadn't been in three or four years myself, which is bad. The doctor was like, yeah, don't wait that long. You don't realize how much you like seeing until you're told about the blind spots in your peripheral vision.
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