Fairly freaksome

I went to the clinic today to get a referral to an ophthamologist because of the floaters and blurry spot in my right eye. The doctor took it seriously enough to not only schedule an appointment for me (which, being Canada, could take weeks if not months) but also to have me come back to see him on Friday when he's working with a colleague who, while not a licensed opththamologist, recently took some advanced courses on it. If he finds anything suspicious, they'll bump me up to the top of the line. He's worried about my having a detached retina which, if true, could mean I'd lose the sight in my right eye. Yikes. It could just be a torn retina; in that case they can do some procedure or other to stop it from actually detaching. Even without the specialized training, he did confirm that I have "quite a large floater" in there, plus some other smaller ones. And ok, I'm twelve. Because "quite a large floater" just makes me giggle. Bathroom humor, it never grows old.

So what worries me most? That I won't be able to make it to MA to pick up my stuff. I'm not kidding. Something always gets in the way. I've also booked all my hotel rooms through Travelocity, and they don't take kindly to cancellations - as in penalties if I'm lucky, and no chance for a refund if I'm not. (They charge your credit card as soon as you book with them. Just in case you didn't know that.) See? That's what I get for being optimistic. I hate making concrete plans for just that reason.

Anyway, I'll have a better idea of what's going on by this Friday. With any luck this will turn out to be nothing. Even if it's something, I'm hoping to still make it down there. And if worse comes to worse - I get to wear an eye patch. I've always wanted a parrot, you know.