teahouseofthedonkey

I am a worry-wort, as my Grandmother used to say. I come from a long line of worry-worts. So you can understand the trepedation I feel now, just days before I finally get some kind of clear answers about what the heck is going on with my dang eyeball !! Number one - I'm going to ( as I mentioned before ) A NEUROLOGIST. The name alone sends a worry-wort into a bit of a frenzy. Number two - They think it might be an AUTO-IMMUNE DISORDER . Insert frightening shriek here.OK - it's fairly benign as such things go, but... Number three - What if it's NOT what they think it is ?? This IS western medicine, after all, and what do they REALLY know ?? Et.c Etc. The mind boggles. Wednesday is the Big Day.The Clinical Vampires will draw my blood and the Nice People in Whilte Coats will get back to me in a week...or two.. or three... Lots of time - to worry !!