I used to think that a sore throat was the absolute worse. I would rather have a headache, a backache, nausea, or sinus infection rather than a sore throat. Or so I thought. A sore throat never made me disoriented.
Have you ever seen the movie Innerspace? As the story unfolds, we learn that Dennis Quade’s character has agreed to being shrunk and injected into the body of a rabbit. But due to circumstances beyond his control, he is inserted into Martin Short’s body by mistake.
In order for him to see what Martin Short is seeing, DQ lands his vessel onto the optical nerve and then clamps on the seeing device tool. On his initial land, MS experiences irritation. Something is bugging him just behind the eye. But then comes the clamp. MS screams out in pain.
I have felt that pain. It’s really quite excruciating. Oh, no. I don’t claim to have a little man inside of my body putting pressure on my eyes – I’m 99% certain that it’s mucus that’s causing the pain. It hurts so much I feel like crying – only I won’t because that only makes it hurt even more.
I had gone to the doctor last month as “over-the-counter” wasn’t taking care of it. The pain was in my left eye and by the time I was able to get into the doctor, the infection had spread into my ear as well.
I was given an antibiotic with the worse side effects ever. If I wasn’t on the toilet I was over the toilet questioning whether the drugs were actually in my body long enough to do anything other than make me even sicker.
After a while it appeared that I had been beaten as there were major dark circles under my eye and much redness under my left eye that looked like it may form into a bruise. I usually felt much worse than I looked.
Dishes and laundry had built up during my stay-in-bed. Water pressure is the pits. I can do dishes or laundry. And I felt so weak and disoriented – I could only do five dishes at a time – if that. So often I would stand and feel dizzy and unbalanced that very little gets accomplished.
My diet consisted of Jell-O and Yogurt – not consciously – it just seemed to be all I could hold down – if I indeed could hold it down. Sometimes just the idea of eating something I ordinarily love makes me gag. When God passed out sensitive stomachs and high gag reflexes, Jenna and I were first in line
I have worn glasses for half of my life now. During the two weeks I was sick I did not use them – my vision was distorted either way. But I have come to the conclusion that I have to wear them ALL the time as I believe it is contributing to my soreness. Maybe.
I have gone over this post several times – still disoriented. Still not satisfied with how it sounds. It’s been over a month. I have actually seen two doctors since then.
I was given a complete physical with one. I was also given a clean bill of health. The other was an obstetrician – who for the first time in my life was able to explain my unkeen sense of vision. I have a small case of Keratoconus – which I shouldn’t concern myself with too much. My brother, Corey, had to have a cornea transplant with his Keratoconus and so did actor Mandy Patinkin. But at this stage it doesn’t appear that surgery will be needed. So that’s nice.
I also have “weird shaped” eyes that won’t allow in the amount of light needed for one to see properly. Because of their weird shape I can never be qualified for laser surgery – and so even maybe someday if/when I should able to afford it, it can never take place. I will always have strained vision.
Fortunately my eyes seem to work the opposite way. I think I am near sighted in one and far sighted in the other. So they still seem to work well together. Except for I’ve had eye pain in my right eye this week. Grrrr . . .
But I am grateful to hear that I won’t need a transplant as of now. And I am grateful for my what vision I do have.