First of all my mum phoned to say my stepdad's been hospitalised. His Parkinson's took a turn for the worse and his legs froze rigid. Mum had to get an ambulance and even the paramedics had trouble moving him. Since he's been in hospital he seems to have become very confused and has had to wear incontinence pads as he can't seem to summon a nurse quickly enough.
Mum's enjoying the break, so she says, but from where I'm sitting the prognosis doesn't look too great.
Then yesterday afternoon, I plucked up the courage to visit a laser eye clinic, to see if I'd be suitable for treatment. It's something I've considered for years, as I hate my glasses and didn't get on with contacts on the two occasions I tried them.
The shocking news is, that not only am I not suitable for laser eye treatment, but I have a rare degenerative eye condition, which at its most serious might see me needing a cornea transplant later in life. This has completely freaked me out. Of course I've Googled the condition (keratoconus), and of course you see all of the worst case scenarios. I know it's possible to have a milder case, and I'm hoping and praying that this will be me, but I have to say that right now I'm terrified.
I'll be on the phone straight away tomorrow to try and find me an eye specialist (no more High St opticians for me). I'll keep you all posted as to how I get on.
2006-11-19 @ 22:28