It’s about the time for me to get my regular check up and I have been panicking. I have felt like my keratoconus has been stablizing for the past year (at least my nearsightedness) but I am never sure until I go and get checked up. I know if I do need a transplant, it’s not the end of the world but it will disrupt my life dramatically for at least a year and that scares me a lot. I am so used to being able to do things for myself and the fear of all that could go wrong terrifies me. I am both an obsessive planner and a fatalist and that’s a bad, bad combo.
The past year or so I’ve tried to create a life situation for myself that will make it easier on me: I’ve been doing work that is less heavy-vision intensive or screen-based. I’ve been teaching more. I am much better about aggressive self-care, even when it means I have to remove myself from things I want to do, and opportunities I want to be a part of. I don’t know if it’s enough. I don’t know what *is* enough.
So, anyway, I will know soon enough what the next year or so will bring for me and my eyeball journey. Fingers crossed.
Keidra Chaney 
One response to “Panic! At The Ophthalmologist”
Good luck! I tried for like 10 minutes to think of a good eye-based pun.