Not Shaking In My Boots Yet.
I had enough of the two week headache this morning, so I made an appointment with my Doctor. He's unavailable until tomorrow, so I went to the emergency ward to see if anything could be done. I'm not sure if I made the right choice. I arrived at 10 AM and left about 7:30 PM. It was a long droll day.
After the bloodletting and waiting, and CAT scanning and waiting, the good doctors at the hospital were unable to figure out what was wrong with me. I don't have glaucoma. (Probably smoked enough weed to prevent that!) The CT scan was clear, so I don't have a brain tumour. My blood pressure is OK, and the chemistry looks good too. I've just had a headache for the last couple of weeks since my cold ended, and I've got blurred vision too.
When all is said and done, I still feel crappy, but at least I don't have anything terribly wrong that the doctors can pinpoint at this stage in the game. I am going to visit the eye specialist in the morning to see what his perspective is.
The neat thing (if I can use that expression) about the whole ordeal is that my right eye doesn't respond to light the same way the left one does. The pupil dilates and contracts in response to light, but not as much or as quickly as the left one. They should operate somewhat in tandem. but that isn't the case. I approach these sorts of things dispassionately, so I can remain objective. I think I'll start being frightened if the doctor tells me that I've got to get my affairs in order. If I've got some kind of critical illness, that's when it will be time to worry. Until then, it's just another medical mystery.
After the bloodletting and waiting, and CAT scanning and waiting, the good doctors at the hospital were unable to figure out what was wrong with me. I don't have glaucoma. (Probably smoked enough weed to prevent that!) The CT scan was clear, so I don't have a brain tumour. My blood pressure is OK, and the chemistry looks good too. I've just had a headache for the last couple of weeks since my cold ended, and I've got blurred vision too.
When all is said and done, I still feel crappy, but at least I don't have anything terribly wrong that the doctors can pinpoint at this stage in the game. I am going to visit the eye specialist in the morning to see what his perspective is.
The neat thing (if I can use that expression) about the whole ordeal is that my right eye doesn't respond to light the same way the left one does. The pupil dilates and contracts in response to light, but not as much or as quickly as the left one. They should operate somewhat in tandem. but that isn't the case. I approach these sorts of things dispassionately, so I can remain objective. I think I'll start being frightened if the doctor tells me that I've got to get my affairs in order. If I've got some kind of critical illness, that's when it will be time to worry. Until then, it's just another medical mystery.
posted by othercat @ 8:58 p.m.
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