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I described the pain to the Sasquatch as being like an icepick through my skull. Truth is, it was a wider pain than that. The space that hurt was broader than the tip of an icepick. More like a long, heavy drill bit.
That same night, I could not get warm enough to sleep. I piled blanket upon blanket on my bed, yet I was wracked with chills. When I finally did sleep, I had hallucinatory dreams. I woke up feeling groggy and unable to function well. With the headache still pounding – and with a particularly distressing sensation building behind my bad eye – I started to worry.
A trip to the Eye Guy has confirmed my fears. A new blood vessel has grown up behind my retina. The doctor described the situation in terms of trees: if the other blood vessels were like small saplings, this new one was a great big redwood. Hence, the great big pain in my skull. Voila!
I’ve undergone a procedure to see if this one can be stunted. Fortunately, this one is not encroaching on the center of vision like the others did. Unfortunately, it’s big, which means, if it keeps growing, it could encroach on the center of vision. And, overall, the doctor isn’t sure if this new development means that I’m simply going to keep sprouting these insidious things.
If I have to undergo a full new series of shots, I’m not sure what I’ll do. With my impending bankruptcy, I’m in a dark, dark place financially. I make “too much” money for assistance, but not enough to cover things. Lucky me, lucky me, I think I'm becoming one of those “she slipped through the cracks” people. Ain’t life grand?
I’ve followed the doctor’s directions exactly. I’ve been so cautious. I’ve even found myself praying that this would be over, even though I’m not a religious person at all.
Even with the best treatment and the best intentions and the best prayers - and God only knows how good those are from a former Catholic heathen like me - sometimes they come back. And they bring their big brothers along to play.
“Hope is a good thing,” as Andy Dufresne wrote to Red in The Shawshank Redemption. “Maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.”
Here’s to hope. Let it never die.
But as for those things that really should die? Well, I could use some serious headweed killer right about now. Anybody know how to take down a retinal redwood? Does Ortho make something for that?
And now, back to the comfort and safety of the sofa...