I had a troubling episode concerning my eyes a few days ago and spent 5 hours in an emergency visit to a retinal specialist. Around Friday morning, I starting seeing new black floaters and they kept coming until there were about 17 or 20, some big, some small. Saturday morning I called my eye doctor, who, the automated message said, was away until the 17th, but gave me the number of a back-up doctor.

After some trouble with the number I got through to another automated message and finally to an operator who said the referred back up doctor was not covering for my doctor. So I said “You mean my doctor put your guy’s number as a back up on his auto message and it was a mistake?” So he went away and looked into things and finally they had the back-up guy call me. He was in his driveway putting 4 children into his car and they were screaming, but he and I discussed my case. (See: Why she didn’t have children, part 1). He said I’d need a retinal specialist and that he would arrange for me to see one Monday morning.

Ed and I got a 12:40 p.m. appointment, showed up early, and spent the next 5 hours there with me getting tested. The result was that I had bleeding because the vitreous humor had dropped. But it didn’t take the retina with it, which can happen, so I dodged a bullet. I am to see him again in July. And the floaters have mostly gone.

Meanwhile, Ed had to take me with him as he was due to take a guy for whom he is a guardian advocate to a behavioral center by 6 and there was no time to drop me off at home. So we picked up the fellow, 61 and developmentally disabled, and took him to the hospital. We got there early and it took three hours to check him in.

Ed would not leave the fellow, who is prone to depression, so we sat with him in the waiting area for 3 hours till the night shift came on and finally dealt with the admissions process. Meanwhile, everything is lock down. I got the keys to go into the main unit to use the facility and the mirror was plastic, not glass, and there was no lock on the loo. Eerie.

We ate nearby at a touted crab house. Ed had steak and I got snapper and it was terrible. I am writing them. I am not one of those diners who will tell the waitress, no everything is not fine. And I’ve got to get over that.

When you call yourself a crab house, you should serve fresh seafood and it shouldn’t be mybloggers – I am not talking buttery sauce, I am talking mybloggers.

That was my day yesterday. We were late getting home to give Brunzy his medication. The kitties were glad to see us.

I got to go back to my exercises this morning that I hadn’t done. Ed told me that if I had a detached retina, the worse thing I could do was put my head down, so I spent Saturday and Sunday hunching down and squatting instead of bending and brushing my teeth was really awkward. Try it sometime without bending your head. Ed is relieved I did not need eye surgery. Said he had been trying not to scare me. Well done, dear.

I think all of the problems I have had in the past year are a direct result of going off of hormone therapy after the cancer diagnosis. Never home free.

xx, Teal