Nothing To See Here
Almost every year, I was begging my eye doctor to give me more prism. When the cataracts came along, my prisms were at the upper limit of what you could put into the lenses. Forget coke-bottle glasses, Palomar Observatory wanted to give me a residency just to study the stars.
So, the eye folks got together, studied my situation and determined I needed surgery. This time, to correct the double vision itself. The promise of seeing clearly for the first time in my life was almost beyond belief. I was willing to believe, I wanted to believe.
After the second surgery on the right eye, there was no physical evidence of double vision – the eyes tracked together. Only problem was I was still seeing double. Additionally, cataract surgery had taken my closeup vision and reduced it to balance out the vision – or some such reason. All I was told was that I didn’t qualify for lasik surgery. No matter, I still couldn’t see very well.
Once the eyes healed from the surgery, half a dozen or more pair of glasses were tried. There was a little better focus, a little better closeup vision, but still blurry and still seeing double.
Fast forward a year or two, now going on the fourth, still have big problems seeing straight. The same doctor that did both surgeries on the right eye is my main eye doctor. She works with children as the double-vision malady known as diploplia more commonly is addressed at a much younger age. I get to watch Care Bears and Power Puff Girls when I go to see her. Don’t you know I always ask for a sticker.
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