TECH: Can you see that?
Jan. 31st, 2012 07:12 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Original posting 19 Jan 2012
This has been an interesting week. Last week, one day Mitsuko looked at me and said, "What's that?" She was staring at my face. I said something intelligent like, "What's what?" She said, "That thing on your eyelid." When I went and looked at the mirror, I had a red spot swelling up on my left eyelid. It didn't hurt. And I had had a similar spot last year that went away by itself. So I wasn't particularly worried. Yet.
However, Mitsuko asked the experts -- she talked to her friends. And this is where things got scary. So many of them upon hearing about this immediately dug up their horror stories. Joe lost his eye! Our dog gets those and the veterinarian just does a little surgery every time. There was that man who... The stories just seemed to get worse and worse. What was growing on my eyelid, and how bad would it get?
So on Tuesday, we went to the eye clinic. I didn't really want to go, but those scary stories! When we got there, the first steps were very quick. Fill in this form, thank you, now go sit in the big waiting room. Barker Michael? Please come over here. Take your glasses off and look into this. A strange purple light shined in one eye, then it shined in the other eye. Can I see your glasses? The girl was looking at them and I remembered to say that they are progressives, bifocals so that the top and bottom are different.
Then she invited me to come sit over here, facing the display on the wall. Take your glasses off, and put your head in here. One eye is covered, but the other one... There's no lenses! She had a large C on a white background -- a circle with a hole on one side. She stood practically in front of me and asked me where the hole was. Right. She took a step back, turning the test gadget in a well practiced maneuver that hid which direction she turned it, almost a magician's spin. Where is the opening now? I had to ask where the gadget was. She laughed, and we tried the other eye. Again, I didn't see very much. So we had confirmed that I am profoundly nearsighted. Next she tried putting lenses on, and having me identify directions on the chart on the wall -- it's the same circle with a hole on one side, ranging from fairly large to specks that I have to assume are the same, because I've never seen them. As usual, the final step where they say is this better or that, sliding a final adjustment in and out, was mostly just confusing.
Next, I got to sit again. Two hours in the waiting room. At about 4:30, they announced that they were doing the 2:30 appointments! But eventually, I got to see the doctor. Who did a few more checks on my eyes, then looked at the eyelid and laughed. She said it's a little bit of fat building up in the pores -- a common zit! She did say there is a little bit of infection, and prescribed eye drops and a salve to put on.
So after all the scary stories, and most of an afternoon spent sitting in a waiting room, the end result is that there's nothing to worry about.
However, thinking back about those stories that the friends told us, I realized that there's a lesson here for the storyteller. After all, friends don't tell you about all of those times when these symptoms turned out to be nothing major. No, the ones they pass along are the medical horror tales. The cancer, the amputation, the permanent disability, the "oh my" tales. In the same way, I suppose our stories really should push the edges, or at least skirt them. An average guy on an average day doing average stuff... Well, it's just not much of a story. Joe Average (Everyman is his middle name) facing unusual challenges and problems... Now, that's better!
So write!
This has been an interesting week. Last week, one day Mitsuko looked at me and said, "What's that?" She was staring at my face. I said something intelligent like, "What's what?" She said, "That thing on your eyelid." When I went and looked at the mirror, I had a red spot swelling up on my left eyelid. It didn't hurt. And I had had a similar spot last year that went away by itself. So I wasn't particularly worried. Yet.
However, Mitsuko asked the experts -- she talked to her friends. And this is where things got scary. So many of them upon hearing about this immediately dug up their horror stories. Joe lost his eye! Our dog gets those and the veterinarian just does a little surgery every time. There was that man who... The stories just seemed to get worse and worse. What was growing on my eyelid, and how bad would it get?
So on Tuesday, we went to the eye clinic. I didn't really want to go, but those scary stories! When we got there, the first steps were very quick. Fill in this form, thank you, now go sit in the big waiting room. Barker Michael? Please come over here. Take your glasses off and look into this. A strange purple light shined in one eye, then it shined in the other eye. Can I see your glasses? The girl was looking at them and I remembered to say that they are progressives, bifocals so that the top and bottom are different.
Then she invited me to come sit over here, facing the display on the wall. Take your glasses off, and put your head in here. One eye is covered, but the other one... There's no lenses! She had a large C on a white background -- a circle with a hole on one side. She stood practically in front of me and asked me where the hole was. Right. She took a step back, turning the test gadget in a well practiced maneuver that hid which direction she turned it, almost a magician's spin. Where is the opening now? I had to ask where the gadget was. She laughed, and we tried the other eye. Again, I didn't see very much. So we had confirmed that I am profoundly nearsighted. Next she tried putting lenses on, and having me identify directions on the chart on the wall -- it's the same circle with a hole on one side, ranging from fairly large to specks that I have to assume are the same, because I've never seen them. As usual, the final step where they say is this better or that, sliding a final adjustment in and out, was mostly just confusing.
Next, I got to sit again. Two hours in the waiting room. At about 4:30, they announced that they were doing the 2:30 appointments! But eventually, I got to see the doctor. Who did a few more checks on my eyes, then looked at the eyelid and laughed. She said it's a little bit of fat building up in the pores -- a common zit! She did say there is a little bit of infection, and prescribed eye drops and a salve to put on.
So after all the scary stories, and most of an afternoon spent sitting in a waiting room, the end result is that there's nothing to worry about.
However, thinking back about those stories that the friends told us, I realized that there's a lesson here for the storyteller. After all, friends don't tell you about all of those times when these symptoms turned out to be nothing major. No, the ones they pass along are the medical horror tales. The cancer, the amputation, the permanent disability, the "oh my" tales. In the same way, I suppose our stories really should push the edges, or at least skirt them. An average guy on an average day doing average stuff... Well, it's just not much of a story. Joe Average (Everyman is his middle name) facing unusual challenges and problems... Now, that's better!
So write!