@ossobuco,
Well, this and that has happened.
I thought I wrote about it here, but can't find it. Just as well, I was probably whining.
My eye with the five surgeries that caused an annoying md to laugh and ask if I knew I had palsy (what a card) has acted up. I've no idea if those surgeries caused anything, but I can see my face, thank you.
Anyway, lefty has blepharitis. About two weeks ago, I woke up with a slight blimp eye. I researched online and figure it was blepharitis related. I was, you know, busy re choices for fantasy football, due in short time.
I mostly didn't worry about it as I looked at this and that online and saw no immediate need to freak.
But time went by and eye got fatter and more oushy. Giant pink pig. Oh, and red creeping up the cornea.
Diane was out of town on her own serious business.
Wake up my neighbors? by then, what with my worry time, it was getting to 10:30 Saturday night. Last time on earth I want to go to UNM emergency.
I like my neighbors, but hey. They don't need to deal with this.
I called 911. The paramedics were great, especially the first at the door. But, two weeks prior I'd been with the ones with all the cords, the blood pressure scare.
But I was freaked about my pig eye, the baddie. You would be too. I need that eye.
This was all strange in that I mostly needed a ride (to hell).
They had trouble placing me, re my eye history. I got shunted to later.
Which turned out to be right, more or less.
Well, ophthalmologists seem not to be on call.
I saw a nurse practicioner that I liked some time in the morning. I got there at maybe ten pm, was seen at maybe 9 am. The place is a zoo, but interesting. I almost was interested, except it was hard to keep warm and curl up.
Meantime, I'd not wiped off of green glop from my eye (let's estimate approaching an inch long) so some nurse might notice. One did, and pushed for me to be seen, but, no. Not yet.
Honey, you are not in Los Angeles anymore.