I guess I’d like to start by pointing out – there is no such thing as zombie eye disease.
There is, however, such a thing as uveitis. After my initial diagnosis of bilateral anterior uveitis, my eyes changed their minds.
Now we have ALL of the uveitises, being managed by the ‘roids.
Yes my friends, steroids.
Which, luckily enough, have only had rather superficial side effects for me.
Like horrid little sweat pimples all over my back and chest.
Unpleasant as that is, zombie eye disease is now at a manageable, livable, uncomfortable but not blindness, level.
Meaning as long as I don’t try to look in the general direction of any kind of light source, tv, computer screen or a crack of light in the curtains, we’re all okey day.
My eyes look like they have completely jellied.
It’s manly and special and my sunglasses are worth their weight in gold.
But I am alive. I am living.
Despite the medical costs of travel, appointments and medication, life is beginning to return to an almost normal state.
And finally, now that I have some energy, I’m starting to get pissed.
I’m cranky. Nearly four months of my life have been STOLEN by some funky, junky, zombie eye disease that cannot be cured because there is no known cause.
And whilst it’s not terminal, whilst we all still have our “health” – seriously, why?
Was life too good? Was I enjoying myself too much? Was I too close to FINALLY getting my P plates and being able to drive myself and the kids around?
Did the cute of DRaT dolls get to a point where something had to give, to give all the other dolls a chance!?
I’m guessing, it’s just one of those things.
The kind of thing that happens and you wonder how ANYBODY has ever gotten through it before.
But there are people in this world who live with zombie eye disease for years. Recurrent, chronic, zombie eye disease.
And if it turns out I’m one of those people, I guess we’ll deal with that.
In the meantime, though, I’m too busy enjoying the lead up to Roo’s 5th birthday and Christmas to allow myself much more of a tantrum.
I might go slam a door at the eye clinic, though.
You never know what might help make you feel better!