Current mood:

worried

Conjunctivitis Update
(Yes, I'm sure people are fascinated by the state of my eyes. Myself, I'd as soon have them replaced with clones; I've had to wear glasses of gradually increasing intensity since I was four, after all.)

I went to the Health Centre again Monday afternoon, concerned not only by the eyedrops' failure to make any visible headway against the conjunctivitis, but by a steady deterioration of my visual acuity. Both the nurse who checked me out, and the (same as last time) doctor who examined me more in-depth only an hour later (and without an appointment!) said that this is normal, and gave me some sort of viscous eye drops to aid my body's valiant struggle against pinkeye's viral variant in conjunction with the eyedrops I already have.

So far, it seems to be working. My whites were the same colour as my skin; now, people just think I had a late night. The worrisome thing, though, is that my vision is still deteriorating. This might be because the viscous eye drops are blurring my vision, spread over the surface of the cornea as they are.

But then, the alternative is rather unhappy. Damage--to the optic nerve, or whatever other nerve--is apparently manifested by flashes of light and/or floaters, and needs immediately tending to if vision is to be preserved. I've experienced neither.

But then, I'm far from being an opthamologist, and I distrust my ability to diagnose the situation.

I'm going to the Health Centre tomorrow. Too, a fellow grad student in the English department has an opthamologist partner; if need be, she apparently can arrange for a fairly quick examination. (Good idea or no?)