So last week, I went to the closest optometrist to my home to get my eyes checked. I hadn’t had an exam in about two years and I was well past due for new frames.
Everything was dandy until the end of the exam wherein he dilated my pupils. Apparently I have 1) a wee little mole in my left eye and 2) weird optic nerves.
The wee little mole is no problem, but the optic nerve thing is a warning sign for glaucoma. Apparently I have extra large optic nerves. Which I guess is just weird but OK. The problem is that the center of said optic nerves is also bigger than they should be.
My doctor, bless his heart, was like “lalala, you’re way too young to have glaucoma and besides it can be treated with eye drops. No problem!” I love doctors who treat dread illnesses like they’re no biggie. It actually makes me feel much better about the world.
In any case, I needed to come back in for further tests to find out if I actually had glaucoma or not. I went in this morning for them.
I really wasn’t worried at all about this. All the other routine checks they do for glaucoma reported that I’m in perfectly good health and I’m 30 years old so it’s highly unlikely that I need to worry about this for 10-20 years anyway. So I’ve been totally calm.
Until they sat me down for the field of vision test. That? Is when I started freaking out. I blame the machine they do they test on. It’s like some creepy thing out of a 60s sci-fi movie. They sit out down in front of this big white sphere and you have to sort of stick your head on this chin&forehead rest. And then they flash lights at you and you have to hit some buttons. And the whole time there’s the mechanical clicking going on from the light source moving around to flash as different points in the sphere. Click, whirl, click, click, click, whirl, click. It was disorienting. I started getting really worried that I actually couldn’t see anything. Or that I was incorrectly seeing lights that weren’t there or something.
And then when I’m done with the test I sit down on the waiting room couch and can only think to myself ‘I’m going bliiiiiinnnnnddd!’ for the 5 minutes it takes for them to print out the results and call me back into the exam room.
And I’m fine. I’m not going blind. My weird optic nerves are probably totally normal but I should get tested every 3-5 years just in case. No problem.
Whew.