This weekend, Mom was coughing so much (from a sinus infection), that she jarred the vision in her left eye. This morning, I took her to an eye appointment. After a brief exam and history rundown by a tech that, while nice, was two seconds away from getting her ass handed to her by Yours Truly, Mom was seen by the doctor. A nice woman with a soft voice. She did her exam and became concerned. Very concerned. She practically freaked out.
She immediately made arrangements for Mom to see a retina specialist this afternoon. Just so you get a picture on the severity, when I call to make an appointment to see the retina specialist, he's booked solid and I usually have to wait 3 months to see him.
We go to the retina specialist at the office I usually go to. Unfortunately, the retina specialist I know and love cannot see her, but one of the others can. The old fart who founded that particular clinic. I think he was alive when dirt was clean. His bible is signed by the original author. You get my point.
Dr. Wet-Blanket does his exam and the findings are not good. How not good? She's got an appointment for laser-surgery-first-thing-in-the-morning-not-good. I will be taking her. Fortunately, such things are out-patient. But still, it's alarming. Mom's worried and upset. It didn't help that Dr. Wet-Blanket was not very comforting, condescending and an all-round douche. He came within minutes from death today. He just has no idea.
I'm optimistic that things will work out, but you never know with such things. I know what it is to lose your eyesight. Mom has never experienced it, and the thought terrifies her. It scares me, too.
I'm a hardass. She is not. I can cope with these sort of things. I've been coping with crap like this my entire life. It's almost like I was born just for that reason. Mom, on the other hand, is not like me.
So, pray to whatever God you pray to. Cast a spell. Hug a tree. Spread magic fairy dust. Whatever you do, think of my Mom tomorrow.
And pray that I don't throttle her doctor.