Instead of doing the above, I went to my ophthalmologist for my check-up. My eyes were anesthetized, checked for pressures, checked for changes in peripheral vision. Eyes dilated, pictures taken. The eye drops burn. The flashes of light hurt my eyes and gave me a headache. I wondered how my eyes are. Am I getting better, or am I down the path of blindness? The anxiety is sky-high.
The Md explained to me the photos... my nerves remain unscathed... I cannot explain the relief as I looked at them...to be honest I wanted to cry right then and there.
My profession demands me to provide care to people and when emergencies happen it is expected of me to respond to them...sometimes I feel like a robot. To be able to respond to my own emergency, and see my optic nerves intact was a chance to see myself as someone who can actually make a difference.
And if there is anything luckier that could happen to me at this day on the 11th of the 11th of the 11th, I think I already hit the jackpot. And am grateful for that.
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| laundry on the creek. Philippine life 2011. |
