Iritis....nope, it's not a new kind of flower; it's an eye infection or inflamation and yes, I have it.
I woke up yesterday morning with my eyeball hurting something fierce. I thought I had an eyelash stuck in the upper part of my eyeball but as the day wore on, the pain got worse.
Each time I looked towards a light of any kind, it felt as if a knife were being sliced into my eye! Yikes! By 3:30, I decided to call the doctor. I managed to wrangle an appointment in Medford for this morning. Thank goodness, my designated driver, Jack, is better and could do the driving! I laid back and covered my eyes and imagined where we were with each bump and turn in the road. I knew right where we were without even peeking. I guess that comes with 20 years of driving the roads around here.
Anyway, that doc diagnose me but she couldn't treat me, she had to find an opthomologist on call. We we had to go home only to return 6 hours later. After this doctor, I came home with drops that I have to put in every hour and more drops that will go in every 4 hours. I'll have a follow-up appointment on Friday. It's a good thing I got it looked at because it can lead to blindness and/or other complications of the eye. After joggling my memory, I've actually had this before about three years ago.
Whew! I have to say after 2 rounds of drops, I already feel better. I am sitting here with my sunglasses on in a dark room, but the light from the computer isn't hurting at the moment.
The best news is Jack and I are taking turns with being the patient. I have to say he was so worried about me the past 30 hours....it's been rather endearing. I awoke to breakfast in bed this morning! Heck, I don't get that kind of treatment on my birthday or anniversaries or anything. So through my thick-dream-state mind, I sat up and smiled and managed a "Thank you, Honey!"