Eyes, spies, web of lies...
May. 12th, 2006 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gemsybobsyI have been to the doctors this morning to read my history. So interesting I nearly LOL'd.
In fact, I did a few times.
"Was crossing road, hit by car. Head hurts."
"Walked into a wasps' nest. Had asthma attack, took inhaler, and not wheezing now."
"Patient asked, "why does this keep happening to me?" SMOKING! Have warned."
Anyway, the reason I went was because I wanted to find out exactly what happened to my elusive eyeball.
Basically, in October 1981, my mum & dad noticed that my pupil had faded to a greeny colour so they rushed me to the doctor, who referred me to the old Southampton eye hospital. (Awww, that place owned.) I got diagnosed with a cataract. It turned out that both my irides were abnormal with vessels coursing on the surfaces. My left eye was otherwise normal. In my right one, the vessels crossed the pupil, and the lens was connected by some up-drawn ciliary processes (woah, alien eye!) So, I had an ultrasound scan to rule out tumours, and then I would've had cataract surgery to give me some chance of being able to see, but the crazy blood vessels were coursing over the surface of the cataract. So they gave me eye drops. Lol.
By December I had a primary congenital hyperplastic vitreous and marked choroidal detachment (squishy stuff and a big gap in my eyeball, basically).
By January 1984 my eye had gone proper tits up. I had secondary glaucoma, buphthalmos and megalo-cornea (WOAH! Wicked! *imagines eyeball bigger than head*) and a large dark mass had arisen from the choroid. This was haemorragic in origin from the primary hyperplastic vitreous (so it wasn't a tumour, Mum, you medical n00b).
By this stage it was painful and completely blind, so it was enucleated (removed) on the 26th January 1984. What a wicked little story. So in conclusion, I developed wrongly, haha.
My mum said that somebody at her work died in front of her when she was pregnant, and the doctors thought that the shock from that may have had this impact on my development. Certainly an interesting thing to think about.
The most frustrating thing is that this was 25 years ago. It might be cureable now.
I was reading my baby notes and the midwife had noted the yellow around my pupils. I love my eye colouring. :(
I would've had amazing eyes if they were both real and I didn't look like this: O_o
Yep.
Then 2 years later I got a cough, then was diagnosed with asthma and eczema and all my rhinitis problems... How fun for me. It took them 10 years to realise it was allergies, and send me for tests. Medical n00bs.
And then in the year 2000 (which, incidentally, was when I started listening to Muse, ROFLCOPTER) all the "moderate depression", anxiety and related "musculo skeletal" aches/pains and irritable bowel started kicking off. How even funnerer for me. Again, it took them another 10 years to realise all that was related, after telling me to take paracetamol and "go swimming more."
Pffft. I'm such a mess.
UPDATE: Dr B says: "If it's any consolation, I wouldn't fancy the chances of saving an eye in that kind of state even today. Choroidal detachment will just result in degeneration of the retina (to vascularisation pathways from the sclera will be broken, and bleeding will occur into the space between the layers (as noted in your records), pushing the choroid/retina away, blurring vision further, if innervation/perfusion was somehow maintained), with the inevitable results."
So I'm happy. And a little turned on..
In fact, I did a few times.
"Was crossing road, hit by car. Head hurts."
"Walked into a wasps' nest. Had asthma attack, took inhaler, and not wheezing now."
"Patient asked, "why does this keep happening to me?" SMOKING! Have warned."
Anyway, the reason I went was because I wanted to find out exactly what happened to my elusive eyeball.
Basically, in October 1981, my mum & dad noticed that my pupil had faded to a greeny colour so they rushed me to the doctor, who referred me to the old Southampton eye hospital. (Awww, that place owned.) I got diagnosed with a cataract. It turned out that both my irides were abnormal with vessels coursing on the surfaces. My left eye was otherwise normal. In my right one, the vessels crossed the pupil, and the lens was connected by some up-drawn ciliary processes (woah, alien eye!) So, I had an ultrasound scan to rule out tumours, and then I would've had cataract surgery to give me some chance of being able to see, but the crazy blood vessels were coursing over the surface of the cataract. So they gave me eye drops. Lol.
By December I had a primary congenital hyperplastic vitreous and marked choroidal detachment (squishy stuff and a big gap in my eyeball, basically).
By January 1984 my eye had gone proper tits up. I had secondary glaucoma, buphthalmos and megalo-cornea (WOAH! Wicked! *imagines eyeball bigger than head*) and a large dark mass had arisen from the choroid. This was haemorragic in origin from the primary hyperplastic vitreous (so it wasn't a tumour, Mum, you medical n00b).
By this stage it was painful and completely blind, so it was enucleated (removed) on the 26th January 1984. What a wicked little story. So in conclusion, I developed wrongly, haha.
My mum said that somebody at her work died in front of her when she was pregnant, and the doctors thought that the shock from that may have had this impact on my development. Certainly an interesting thing to think about.
The most frustrating thing is that this was 25 years ago. It might be cureable now.
I was reading my baby notes and the midwife had noted the yellow around my pupils. I love my eye colouring. :(
I would've had amazing eyes if they were both real and I didn't look like this: O_o
Yep.
Then 2 years later I got a cough, then was diagnosed with asthma and eczema and all my rhinitis problems... How fun for me. It took them 10 years to realise it was allergies, and send me for tests. Medical n00bs.
And then in the year 2000 (which, incidentally, was when I started listening to Muse, ROFLCOPTER) all the "moderate depression", anxiety and related "musculo skeletal" aches/pains and irritable bowel started kicking off. How even funnerer for me. Again, it took them another 10 years to realise all that was related, after telling me to take paracetamol and "go swimming more."
Pffft. I'm such a mess.
UPDATE: Dr B says: "If it's any consolation, I wouldn't fancy the chances of saving an eye in that kind of state even today. Choroidal detachment will just result in degeneration of the retina (to vascularisation pathways from the sclera will be broken, and bleeding will occur into the space between the layers (as noted in your records), pushing the choroid/retina away, blurring vision further, if innervation/perfusion was somehow maintained), with the inevitable results."
So I'm happy. And a little turned on..
