I wish the eye stabbing doctor could just come to my house. I’m getting tired of going to the hospital and paying for the parking and spending hours in the waiting room every month
but at least I’m not at work~
would certainly prefer being eyestabbed to doing another goddamn arrest report
I hope it isn’t excruciating this time, I really want to paint when I get back.
“Oh, you’re the one who gets injections. Yeah, sit down, we got you. ”
“Hiiiiiiii you’re wearing the skull boots again! I’ll call you in a minute!💖 ”
“Hey, how’s it going? You want another print out?”
The ophthalmology staff all knows me now.
Doctor was like, ‘Hey, so I have to tell you about other kinds of treatment for this. One, we can inject, but doesn’t work as well and it will turn your lens into a cataract.“
"Uh, I do not want that. That sounds worse.”
“Right. The other treatment is lasers, which will most likely make you lose your vision in that eye entirely.”
“That sounds like the opposite of treating this?”
“Exactly. It’s just that most of my patients are, as you’ve seen, pretty old, so it’s not something we have to worry about with them, but I’m telling you this because you’re so young.
We as a medical community don’t know the full scope of what the medicine we’re giving you could affect in the realm of childbirth…”
“Oh, that’s fine. I hate children, I’m never having them, and I’m trying to get them to remove the offending machinery.”
“Oh. Well, okay then. You would sign something in the future saying we had this conversation?”
“Oh, totally. I’ve known I did not want children since *I* was a child. I cannot stress enough how much of a non-issue this is.”
“Alright, great. Let’s just get you going here.”
*eye stabbing commences as planned*
So that was wild.
Honestly my least favorite part of this experience anymore is the antiseptic running down the back of my throat. Even the smell of all the cleaning stuff in there just reminds me of being frowny and in pain more than actually being in pain does.
