Sunday, June 24, 2012
A few years ago I decided to look into laser surgery for my eyes. I have very bad eyesight - have had since I was young - and without my contact lenses I cannot even make out faces, no less read clocks or words or anything like that. So the idea of some day being an elderly woman in a nursing home who cannot function because no one bothers to put my glasses on for me is terrifying. So I saw an opthomologist who in turn sent me to specialist in Patchogue.I went and spent about an hour having test after test to see if I were a good candidate for this life-changing surgery. (Few people realize how debilitating poor eyesight can be simply because glasses are so common. But it really is a disability) Anyway, after test after test we came to the final test and the doctor took one look into my eyes with this particular instrument and immediately declared "Well, your corneas are very thin and I would never recommend you get laser surgery." "What?" I said. ""Too thin - your corneas are very thin. You're not a good candidate for this surgery." I was crestfallen.
All the way home I fumed. Since I was in the 5th grade and was the first girl in my class to have the horrible distinction of reaching 100 lbs on the scale, I've been told I was to fat. Teachers, relatives, doctors - all have been free to inform me many times over my life that I'm to fat. So here, finally, there is something about me that is too thin. Normally I would be celebrating. Instead it stands in my way of having laser surgery. What are the chances, right?
Surely there are some ironies in life....