Friday, I took Mom to her appointment with the retina specialist, who actually exhibited a personality. He's one of those old doctors who doesn't sugar-coat anything. You always know where you stand with him. He's kind of an ass, but you can't help but like him in that charming, cute way you like old people.
We drive all the way out to BFE, Kansas. Mom goes through this thing where they keep putting eye drops in her eyes every five minutes. After being there for 2 hours, one of the techs announces that the drug that they were going to use hadn't been delivered yet. This particular drug is something they don't carry on-hand at the office, and they have it delivered by the pharmacy, all drawn up in a syringe and ready to go. The mental giants at whatever pharmacy they use, just delivered an empty syringe. It took 45 minutes for pharmacy to get it right. I was thrilled.
I did not stay in the room while the doctor poked mom in the eyeball with a needle. I have a strong constitution, but I think that would have been pushing it. I just stayed out in the waiting room and listened to my ipod.
The good doctor came out and said everything went well, but it will be a couple of weeks before we know if was helpful or not. The Hurry-Up-And-Wait Game.
Gotta love it!
Meanwhile, I get to go see my retina specialist, aka Dr. Hottie With the Body, next week. As much as I bitch about how I hate the retinal exams, at least he's not jabbing needles into my eye.