So here is the story folks. Me, the one who finds gold earrings in the sand and Lego pieces on the Oriental rug before I step on them. Me, who loves the month of September on the Front Range because the air is just right to make the Flat Irons a certain shade of blue against the gold corn fields and fading green trees. Me, the one who stops her children to look, just look, at the sunset, the moon, or who the mother bird is feeding her babies in her nest. Yes, Me can't see.
That is a bit of an exaggeration, but that is not an exaggeration of how it feels to me to loose control over my eyes. A week ago, during the last performance of the Nutcracker, I sat in the left wing watching the little angels flutter across the stage and thought they looked a little blurry. I went home and chalked up my not-so-awesome vision on ultimate fatigue. I was up late trying to pick up the house and then again on Monday cleaning it. My eyes just felt soar and a bit unclear. I still thought a nice 12 hour sleep (which is not going to happen) would be the cure. But, by Thursday, I found myself closing one eye to see better. I made an appointment with the eye doctor. I don't wear glasses and hadn't been to one in many years. Thursday night I had an awesome time with some girlfriends at a Mexican restaurant. Thankfully, my friend Homa drove me as by the time I was ready to head out for the night, there was two of everything. I put back on authentic margarita and figured, heck, I am already seeing double. I continued on through my weekend closing one eye to see right.
Sidebar: The weekend was awesome. We took the kids to Disney on Ice in Denver. Then we stayed at our favorite hotel, the Westin at the Tabor Center. I love the bedding there, and the kids love sitting in the bay window on the 16th floor room and looking at the city. Julia kept asking why Denver was so fancy. She was pretty fascinated by the architectural details. We walked to the Civic Center across from the Capitol Building to see the lights. It was so beautiful and it plays chimes to Christmas songs on the hour. Then, we went swimming in the heated indoor/outdoor pool. I just wish it was a little warmer! A fun staycation.
So back to my eye issue. By this morning, Monday, I could barely see. Never mind the fact that I feel totally seasick with this double vision. I get everyone to school and my mom takes me to the eye doctor. It is a good thing I went to a full service eye care center as I was passed around the ranks in an attempt to figure out what is wrong.
The good news is I have nearly 20/20 vision in both eyes! Yeah! Finally, I end up with a retinal specialist who explains that I have left 6th nerve palsy. From what I can understand the teeny tiny capillaries the supply blood to the tiny little muscles that control my eye are not getting blood flow to allow them to control the movements. Basically, it is partially paralyzed. I was given three options for this. One is a blood or nerve issue. But, I don't have diabetes or high blood pressure. The second is trauma or an aneurysm. And, the third is a tumor.
Okay, don't freak out just yet. I had an MRI this evening. One thing I love about being in a smaller town is that I get the privilege to have my neighbor be my MRI goddess. I have HER-Fusion tomorrow and will see Dr. Mark, my oncologist. So hopefully we will figure something out tomorrow. I am voting for option A as I am told it should clear up after a couple months and the nerves heal, blood is restored, or whatever. Sorry, it was a lot to absorb so it may not be too accurate. For now, I am trying to decide if it is sexier to be a pirate or go around winking at everyone. Should I bedazzle this beautiful black eye patch? Seriously, doesn't it come in beige or something?
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