It was a total humiliating debacle. I was in no condition to think or speak, and had surprises thrown at me, misunderstandings I couldn't fix but only react to. A diplomat could have done it, but not someone whose nervous system was on fire.
The MD mistook a smaller, recent eye difficulty for the *whole* problem, and wouldn't be moved from that. I ended the appt, and sort of staggered out, mumbling things in shock. This was after being put through two tests, *both* probably unnecessary, one was I know, with bright light shined into my eyes, and they insisted on doing it every appt, which they hadn't told me before.
Now I realize that the smaller but still painful problem she was fixating on (because it's the one part she could *see*) *does* need treatment. I'd pushed it into the back of my awareness, gotten "used to it", but there's grit in my eye(s), and my eye and lid are getting scraped. I could at least have *that* problem treated, and feel better.
Now I've burned my bridge behind me, though. From her perspective, I'll be assumed to be a nut and an "uncooperative" problem patient, when really, things were just happening ten times faster than I could follow, or repond intelligently to. (I think so slowly now that I have to slow down my Talking books on tape way down, to understand.)
I've needed an advocate for 25 or 30 years.
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