Just before we left on vacation I had another appointment with the glaucoma specialist about the whole Topomax debacle.
We went in with fingers crossed that we were finally at a point where some steps could be taken to move forward. And when we saw the doctor we were even more excited. She felt like we could attempt to get some glasses for me.
The idea of reading again, driving again, functioning in a somewhat normal and, more importantly, independent way made me giddy. It wouldn't be a total resolution, but it was a step in the right direction...finally.
And that's where the good news stopped. The prescription specialist came in and spent the next hour trying her very hardest to get me set up with glasses. She couldn't.
Apparently what the angle of my eyes would dictate as a prescription versus the images my brain is receiving are two totally different things. And there's no way to help me until it's the same thing again.
No way to help. And they really can't say with any certainty that the two will ever be the same again.
And just to send us out the door with a final kick to the ass, they don't think it's worth seeing me again until the end of November. They feel bad about me coming in once a month, paying a bunch of money, and being told sorry charlie over and over again.
So that's another 4+ months of being driven everywhere I go. Another 4+ months of the pain and frustration. Another 4+ months of this absolute nightmare cause from 10 days (10 M EFFING DAYS) of a well known, highly regarded prescription drug.
Good thing we left the next day to consume mass amounts of margaritas. Mmmmm...margaritas.