Close to Nowhere By Linda Jones Siblings and eyeballs • My youngest granddaughter Remy often sneaks over early in the morning (5 a.m. or so) and piles up in the bed with me. As I was dragging her back out of the bed at 5:30, she asked me “Why am I so tired, Bumpy?” I don’t know why she’s tired, but I certainly know why I am! I spent Thursday and Friday sitting all day in doctor’s offices. To me, that’s a totally exhausting task. Thursday, I was in midtown Memphis, Tenn., visiting another eye specialist at the Hamilton Eye Clinic. As
soon as I got there (9 a.m.) they dragged me to the back for “tests.”
All of which seemed to involve shining horribly bright white lights
into my eyeballs. There were pinpoint lights and huge rolling lights and camera flashes and I’m sure about nine or 10 more different kinds. And they all made my eyeballs hurt! Around
2 p.m. or so, after “one more test” -- we’d done about three “one more
tests” -- the doctor came in, with the two interns that had been
trailing around with us all day, and told me what he thought. First, I have something that starts with a D and sounds vaguely like Jerusalem. I can’t spell or pronouce it, but I have it. “It” will eventually calcify the blood veins in my eyes and they’ll have to do laser surgery to correct that. The most interesting part was that less than one percent of the population has this. Leave it to me... He
also told me that one of the reasons the two interns were trailing
around with us was that my right eyeball is, to quote him, “the most
myopic eyeball I’ve ever seen.” He wanted his interns to see it also. I went home blind from all the tests and totally worn out. •
Friday, I drove back up to Memphis to take my oldest brother to the eye
doctor. Dennis lives in Mid-Town and his eye doctor is way out Poplar
Avenue. Naturally, after they dilate his eyes, he can’t see to drive
home. Plus, I think he likes “big sister” to be there anyway. We both expected to be there about an hour and then head out to our favorite Chinese restaurant. Wrong! The eye doctor looked at his tests and said, “Your eye is bleeding again.” Dr. Effervig decided that Dennis would have laser surgery next week. And, he wanted some medicine in his eye that day! We had to wait several hours, then they deadened his eye really well and gave him a shot, right into his eyeball! I’m not sure how Dennis did, but I almost didn’t make it home! |