Jun 16, 2005 16:46
Four and a half hours of calling, checking, planning, waiting, filling out forms and finally I could be seen by a doctor! If I could only express to you my glee at that point. Now sitting on the patient's chair, waiting for the doctor to make her entrance so I could fastly leave and start on my path to healing.
The Doctor walks in, checks all the usual stuff, my eye movement & reactiveness and asks some standard questions.
"It's not that bad and there isn't any antibacterials I can give you cause they won't help. It will just have to heal on it's own."
So there I am thinking, "Are you kidding me? All this for nothing? I don't even get like a Flintstones vitamin?"
It is Pink-Eye though, and it is contagious, but only if someone pushes their finger in my eye.
So I must continue this Quasimodo look without any reason or plan for treatment? I have to walk around with a distorted eyeball puffed like a blowfish and I am allowed to go in public? I wish it wasn't so.......
How lame...and so concludes my first visit to the doctor by myself.
Tashia