Finally! Answers To My Visual Problem

Finally! Answers To My Visual Problem

I’m so daft I can’t find the post I did about not being able to see following eye surgery a tad over one year ago. Let me preface this post by saying the reason I don’t read and comment more on blogs I follow is I can barely read. I have cheater glasses in every room of my house because after my eye surgery last October I completely lost my ability to read or do anything close without glasses. If the &%$#* ophthalmologist had told me this in advance I never would have gone through with the surgery (which I just found out I didn’t need). I can’t use my iPad nor my iPhone unless I tell my buddy Siri what I want for the simple reason I can’t see. I have the font on my Mac so huge one would think I was 90. That’s a pain in itself because it’s so big that I have to continuously scroll right and left just to read a page. I think as some people hit their 40’s they gradually lose their near vision; finding themselves looking harder, squinting perhaps. With me it was instant. Bam!  As I wrote in the post I can’t find, the visual problems have worsened. The glasses the ophthalmologist RX for me in December never worked (progressive lenses). His snotty staff tried to say it was because I didn’t know how to “look out of” progressive lenses. Gee, I’ve been wearing them since 1989 as I needed them for distance and the middle area. Never wore them to knit, read, write on computer or cook. My efforts to get an appointment with the ophthalmologist fell on deaf ears because in March when I insisted on seeing him they booked me at the end of July. That didn’t sit well with me because I’ve been gong to him since he opened his practice here which is at least 10 years. Even though I told his staff I was falling over stones outside, dog toys inside, and a few times over parking bump thingys in parking lots they wouldn’t budge. Told them I could no longer drive or hike with my dogs, had increased headaches but they wouldn’t budge. If you read my original post you will recall that I took the RX glasses to his office along with a nicely worded letter listing everything that was happening. The secretary acted like I was an axe murderer when I asked that she sign a copy of the letter indicating she had received the glasses. Glad I recorded the whole encounter. That got me nowhere. Then I thought perhaps his staff (which I honestly never liked) didn’t tell him so I wrote a second letter and spent $19 to send it certified with restricted delivery. He signed for it and a few days later I received a handwritten note from the office manager saying if I didn’t pay for the glasses they would turn me over to a collection agency and by the way, they no longer wanted me as a patient. Like I would ever go back. Screw you lady.

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Meanwhile back at the farm I have to keep buying different numbered cheater glasses. I also see large halos around lights. On October 6 I fell extremely hard in my vet’s parking lot because I didn’t see an errant stone (this is the country so stones/rocks everywhere). That did it! While he was doing her acupuncture  I burst into tears. He told me about the multi practitioner eye center he goes to which like everything else is a two-hour drive one way. Yesterday was my appointment and before the doctor even dilated my eyes she could see the problem; my corneas are covered with scar tissue that developed from the surgery. If the original surgeon had just fit me in instead of making me wait an unrealistic four months the problem could have been fixed and I wouldn’t have had my quality of life go down the tubes. Now my biggest problem is that the new practice (a five floor building) can’t fit me in until December 2. A month so I guess that’s not to terribly bad. The procedure to fix my problem is simple and done with laser. Even the new doctor asked why the original doctor didn’t see me sooner which surprised me as they usually stick together. I was tempted to say because he’s an asshole but instead said “I don’t know”.

As for his office turning me over to collection go ahead.  I’m tired of people bullying me and I’ve kept phone bills that show all the times I’ve called him, receipts for all the visits to his optometry department plus documented my falls and everything else. So bring it on…

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Taking The Plunge…

Taking The Plunge…

I started this blog to chronicle my AT hike which I realize now was just an attempt to escape PTSD ~ something I had under control until 2012. I’ve made a few posts about my abusive childhood but like so many of us, life got in the way. The death of my “heart” dog Callie Ann, a beloved friend’s suicide and the multiple medical problems of my beautiful German Shepherd Sasha. In the process I found it necessary to end a somewhat long relationship with my therapist, a LCSW. I found another one I liked only to learn my insurance won’t cover her fees because she’s a Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor (LCPC) as opposed to a Licensed Clinical Social Worker. Insurance companies and even states vary I’ve learned so in my downtime I might write an appeal to my health insurance company. Until then, I’m just going to dive in; get it out of my head. For me words are a catharsis. I use words to give shape to my experiences. Words help me “see” who I am, what I’ve done, where I’ve been, where I’m going. Words help me understand. They are a coping mechanism of sorts, a means of expression through which I can separate the good in my life from the not so good.

Initially I thought it best to blog in chronological order but upon reflection have reconsidered. It would be intensely painful and some days my stress management ability is in overdrive and other days ~ not so much. Instead I’m going to write random entries; if a memory comes to mind I’ll write about it and see where it leads.

Just going to plunge in  because essentially I’ve had:

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I know, I know ~ not related but its a German Shepherd!

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