@johngeddes- You mentioned that the stars in your wife's eyes predict an oncoming migraine. However, the fireflies in my eyes? That was a gift that a 5-day migraine left for me after its long-awaited departure.
Turns out, I have a very rare disorder that puts white dots on the back of my retina.
After that fateful 5- day migraine, I ended up with a spot in my vision.
Kinda like a sunspot.
But just in my left eye.
No matter where I would look, a giant white blur fixed itself right - smack- dead center in my vision.
Went to some ophthalmologists... they did lots of tests. Found out I had MEWDS (multiple evanescent white dot syndrome)
You can't make this stuff up. Lol
So I think they're treating me (and at least attempting to cure me) over all these visits, but they're just falling all over themselves to be in the same room with my polka-dotted retina because, "wow! We've only seen this in text books. Hey Carl! Go get Fritz and Larry! They gotta see this."
And shooting dye in me to make the syndrome stand out more so they can take pictures through my pupil and see all these little white dots light up like Christmas. They told me (AFTER they gave me the dye intravenously) that it would make me nauseous. Somehow they actually dared to sigh impatiently as I leaned over a bucket to toss my cookies....
"Oh sorry doctors... I didn't realize how fast it would make me sick"
"Yes well um, can you be sick a little quicker? The dye's effect doesn't last very long."
"Oh... uh.... Sure sure..."
Three weeks of this.
The last time I went, I just happened to ask, "so when do you think I'll be cured?"
"Oh we have no idea. It will most likely just clear up on its own. We are really just documenting the whole thing."
Silence.
Not even a hint of shame in their response. I was a lab rat and apparently I should have been grateful?
So.... that was my final time visiting the five stooges of ophthalmology who had hoped to get published over my fancy shmancy eye balls. (Pretty sure that's Fritzy in the middle.)
Photo credit: freerepublic.com
I never really cared for my eyes.
They're really dark.
Like so black, you can't tell where the pupil ends and the iris begins.
So I guess I should have been grateful that my boring shark's eyes ended up being featured in some 8x10 glossies- and probably making Carl, Fritz, Moe, Larry and Curly into eye doctor superstars.
All over some white dots splattered like paint over my retina.
Who cares about polka dots, anyway?
Now if I had a cool argyle pattern back there..... THAT would have been spectacular.
(This is my day #2 writing for the 30 day writing challenge by @dragosroua)
If you want to see day#1 - here you go!
/@dreemsteem/20-years-ago-i-will-write-this
Thanks for reading :)