Eye Specialist...

On Thursday I left work early to attend my appointment with the Eye specialist. Surprisingly enough there wasn't a nervous bone in my body :)

I decided it would be a good idea for me to head home first, my dad was free that afternoon so I thought I'd drag him along just in case I wasn't able to drive safely after.

I drove over to the medical building, which coincidentally is the same building that I used to go to for physio. The sitting room wasn't packed, per se, but it was steady / busy. I filled out the paperwork and sat down patiently waiting for my turn.

A few minutes later one of the assistants called me into a room, asked me a bunch of questions (are you allergic to anything? do you wear contacts? etc...), then had me rest my chin on a contraption and made me look into that machine. The picture inside was that of a hot-air balloon floating over a strip of highway. She made me do the same thing with my other eye but this time the hot-air balloon was out of focus. Then I slid over to the next machine... this one was to test the pressure in my eyes. "It's just going to blow some air into your eye... ready?"

I wasn't really ready... even though she counted down. It was the strangest thing. And I felt like a retard because I flinched :p I thought she was going to walk over an punch me twice :D After that was done I went back to reception to wait my turn with the doctor.

Finally a room opened up and I was seated. The guy was running around like a chicken without a head... he sat down and asked what was wrong... blah blah... sty... blah... cyst... So he flips my eyelid and says it's just a sty.

"What do you want to do with it?"
"What can I do?"
"Leave it, or remove it."

To make a long story short, I chose remove it... That entailed him giving me an alcohol eyedrop (wierdest sensation... you can feel the alcohol evaporating :p), shoving a needle into my eyelid to freeze it (yes it's as painful as it sounds) "It's going to burn", he says... Fek, did it ever.
He told me to put some pressure on it and left the room while my eyelids slowly froze over... when he left I took a peek. W.T.F... I friggin looked like Quazimodo, for real. After that he took some strange contraption that resembled a medieval torture implement and clamped + screwed it to my eyelid O.o uh... I think he flipped it at that point too. I'm really not sure what he did after that... cut it out? Scoop it out? Donno... all I know is he said, "There we go, all done".

I then had to sit in the office for about 5 minutes put pressure on my eye and let the bleeding stop before I washed it out and left :) Easy!

Good thing for me I went to fetch my dad first... I'm pretty sure that if I had driven in the condition that I was in I would have much more different tale to tell :p

Here's what I looked like after that procedure...


Nothing spectacular... but you can see the bruise from the needle :/