Well, I got some bad news, but not awful, at the eye doctor this morning. My leak in the eye has probably started up again so I have to have the shots every five weeks. I get the first one Monday. You know how you kinda know? Last time I felt he was worried and he told me then next time I'd have the photographs of the eye with dye injected in my veins. And so the entire month I've been worried. I felt terrible when I came in, and when I saw the eye chart less clearly I knew. The good news is that they have a treatment and it's painless and it's still the same bad eye. My other eye is holding the fort down.
He apologized and I said it isn't your fault, in fact I'm glad you were "paranoid" and insisted on the photos. He is my favorite doctor ever, mainly because he's so competent, but also because he cares. All of his employees are respectful and kind. And though there are these improvements with macular degeneration, there is no cure. So the road I'm going down is going to get darker and darker. It had been 10 years since I'd had to have the photos, so I took a moment to be grateful for years when I only had to see him once a year, and the reprieve I got last year when after only 3 shots the eye halted the bleed and even was better than before. I'm going to appreciate my care and luck so far.
Change is sometimes wonderful and sometimes hard. But so much is right in my life I think my funk lasted only about an hour. That's a world record for me for getting over feeling sorry for myself.
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