What's the Prognosis Doctor?

Well, what's wrong with my eyes, and how is it so much unlike what's wrong with anybody else's eyes?

The ultrasound was over in about a quarter hour.  I was invited to have a seat and tilt my head back on the "special" chair while drops were splotched into each eye to let them go numb.   Considering all that I've been through, and am going to go through, not the worst thing.

The entertaining part came when a somewhat viscus something was put into each eye so that the special wand could be applied to my eye; or my eyelid.  I don't know which.

It was about as big around as a thick ball point pen, and about as long.  But the end that went against my eye was flat.  Fortunately.

Look up that way; keep both eyes open. Yuck!

A smelly solvent was used to clean out my eyes and I was given instructions not to rub them for about twenty minutes.

This was Tuesday afternoon, and then that night the ophthalmologist called and explained that my condition was consistent with hyperthyroidism.  Which I do not have.

If you don't know - some of the muscles are bigger than others and pull the eyeball in that direction.

I'll be seeing that doctor in about six weeks to see if things have changed - and then I hope to enjoy the surgery.

That's a joke. Stick that scalpel in my eye and sew it up after. Like I'll really enjoy that experience.  I'll be out, but they have to wake me up to check that they did it right. 

I called my regular doctor's office to find out when my last thyroid checkup was and it was back in October, and they wanted me to come in and have a thyroid panel immediately.   So I did.

For you medical types (or mere aficionados) my TSH, T4 and T3 were normal.