Monday (July 18) was our writer’s group meeting, and I could not bring myself to attend. I really tried, but could not calm myself down because I knew that today (July 20) I would be getting another shot in my right eye for my wet type macular degeneration.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been on this journey for a year, but I have. Yesterday, I called my retinologist and changed my afternoon appointment to a morning one because I just knew I would be getting another shot. After a year of this, I’ve finally lost count of the number of shots to my eye. Some of my family wonder why it took so long for this to happen — I can only say: I guess I’m still detail oriented about some things.
When I arrived at the retinologist’s office and was escorted into the exam room, the assistant asked how I was doing and I told her I was facing another shot.
When I finally saw the retinologist — after new eye photos were taken — he asked me how I was doing and I told him I was facing another eye shot. He showed me the photo and said I was right. (There really are times when I wish I was wrong, but alas I cannot say whether or not this was one of those times).
What I do know is that I’m glad I had my appointment time changed so that my eye could become accustom to the “sand paper” feeling it now has as the novocaine wears off.