I Woke Up Today Unable to See - with UPDATE

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    Jan 10, 2015 2:58 PM GMT
    Well, an exaggeration. Not able to see from my right eye. And actually it was around 5 AM, because the pain was so great it woke me up. I think my husband poked me in the eye. He's always stabbing me with his long nails in his sleep.

    So right now I can only see with 1 eye. The other one is like trying to see through a privacy window. There's light, but no detail, worse than not wearing my eyeglasses. The pain is finally easing up.

    I'm gonna stay at home. We're supposed to attend a check presentation ceremony this afternoon, of the $1.1 million we raised for HIV/AIDS. But I told him to go without me.

    These things always happen to me on a Saturday, when my only option is the ER. I did that last weekend, and spent 2 days in the hospital, a miserable and nonproductive experience. Not gonna do that again.

    I figure if it doesn't clear up by Monday then I've lost my eyesight. In the meantime, you guys are stuck with me here, since I've still got 1 good eye. LOL!
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    Jan 10, 2015 4:11 PM GMT
    I had that happen once when I was about 25. Never happened again. Take some aspirin in case it was a vascular event. It wasn't your partner or it wouldn't be both eyes. Might have been an industrial spill. Flush your eyes. Hope it passes soon.
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    Jan 10, 2015 4:38 PM GMT
    Contact a Physician immediately.

    It may very likely be a symptom of something more serious.

    Better a few dull hours in an ER than the next decades with a true handicap.

    Best wishes!!!
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    Jan 10, 2015 4:44 PM GMT
    Robert...for Gawds sake.....

    Waking up blind in one eye is not a minor thing!
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    Jan 10, 2015 8:04 PM GMT
    pazzy said
    well, surprised that out of all the gifts you brought your husband, a nail clipper or a trip to the nail salon to get a manicure wasn't one of them. don't underestimate the power of the fingernails.

    He gets regular pedicures at a spa, and also manicures whenever I go to my barber's salon while I get my hair cut (2 things I've never had in my entire life).

    But he has the manicurist keep his nails rather long. And they are the toughest damn things I've ever known anyone to have. Virtual lethal weapons, and he accidentally scratches me with them all the time.

    And you should see the car! Any part of the paint he touches gets scratched, and he ruined the instrument panel buttons. He also destroyed a couple of flip phones, until I started getting him iPhones with screen protectors.

    So after last night I told him his next manicure he's going short, no more arguments. I'm not going to be blinded over his vanity for long nails. Either that, or I'm drugging him at bedtime, so he doesn't thrash around with his arms flailing everywhere. A king size bed, and he's all over it.

    BTW, I still don't have full vision back. But at least it's improving, and most of the pain is gone. I continue to be seeing mainly with my left eye. Thank gawd I can touch type.

    He's gone alone to the SMART Ride check presentation ceremony, that I'd loved to have attended. But I'd look foolish with 1 eye half closed and squinting, tears still streaking my cheek.
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    Jan 10, 2015 8:23 PM GMT
    pazzy said

    has the vision in your eye gotten better or is it still blurry?

    Better, I can see things now, but not focus very well. I can't read anything on this screen with my right eye alone.

    But suddenly waking up and finding one of my eyes was essentially blind was pretty scary. And the PAIN! It just wouldn't stop. It's just slight now.
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    Jan 10, 2015 8:59 PM GMT
    pazzy said
    but like what other posters said, you might want to go to the hospital for that even though you were there last week. just to be on the safe side though.

    I avoid ERs at all costs. You sit there for hours if they don't think your problem is life-threatening. And on weekends - never! It's like being in a Walmart for the wounded.

    I did that last weekend for another medical issue, and it was horrible. Never again. I'm waiting until Monday. If I still can't see properly by then I'll do something, with private doctors.
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    Jan 11, 2015 12:36 AM GMT
    Art_Deco saidThese things always happen to me on a Saturday, when my only option is the ER. I did that last weekend, and spent 2 days in the hospital, a miserable and nonproductive experience. Not gonna do that again.

    My ER visits are ALWAYS on the late Friday afternoon or Friday night of a 3-day holiday weekend or late Sunday night with a skeleton crew on the skeleton shift.

    Which is why one Friday at NYC's fancy Weill-Cornell Medical Center:

    I was triaged to a gurney in the hallway for 15 hours despite my protestations of a bursting spleen for which I was scheduled for surgery at that hospital four days later. It turned out to be SEVEN times normal size and surgically removed shortly thereafter - but ONLY after I was seen DEAD LAST, not even before a patient complaining of CLUSTER MIGRAINES, who was being doted upon by a team of interns being given The Grand Tour by their insufferably pretentious resident. Early on, all I asked the Patient Advocate for was a goddamned glass of water which I never got. Lesson: If you want attention in the ER, make yourself heard.

    And one Sunday night at NYC's famed Memorial Sloan Kettering:

    When viral meningitis rendered every motion an agony a doctor who introduced himself as one who'd done MANY spinal taps wouldn't get another doctor to try until the ELEVENTH attempt, after which they got it on the 13th try but had to seat me on a stool, bracing myself.

    My parents' stories are far, far worse.

    I should fire a nail gun through my hand some Wednesday mid-morning just to see if I get better service.
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    Jan 11, 2015 12:38 AM GMT
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    Art_Deco saidThese things always happen to me on a Saturday, when my only option is the ER. I did that last weekend, and spent 2 days in the hospital, a miserable and nonproductive experience. Not gonna do that again.

    My ER visits are ALWAYS on the late Friday afternoon or Friday night of a 3-day holiday weekend or late Sunday night with a skeleton crew.

    Which is why one Friday:

    I was triaged to a gurney in the hallway for 15 hours despite my protestations of a bursting spleen which turned out to be SEVEN times normal size and surgically removed shortly thereafter - but ONLY after I was seen DEAD LAST, not even before a patient complaining of CLUSTER MIGRAINES.

    And one Sunday night:

    When viral meningitis rendered every motion an agony a doctor who introduced himself as one who'd done MANY spinal taps wouldn't get another doctor to try until the ELEVENTH attempt, after which they got it on the 13th try but had to seat me on a stool, bracing myself.

    My parents' stories are far, far worse.

    I should fire a nail gun through my hand some Wednesday mid-morning just to see if I get better service.

    I'm truly sorry to hear these things.

    Which is why, unless I'm on death's door, I will not go to a hospital ER on a weekend.
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    Jan 11, 2015 12:47 AM GMT
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    Thanks!

    Maybe ERs are inefficient by definition; I know that without being administered Dilaudid during her ER visits my mom's hospital stays will be extended by several days given HER migraine triggers so my sister and I take pains to stay on top of the charge nurses and doctors to ensure it's administered (blood pressure permitting) and half the time they STILL screw up.

    That's my biggest regret about not having children; they make great patient advocates.

    Hope you're feeling better.

    Sidebar: Six plus years on RJ and I don't think I ever used ALL CAPS so much in any thread.
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    Jan 11, 2015 1:36 AM GMT
    eagermuscle said^
    Thanks!

    Maybe ERs are inefficient by definition; I know that without being administered Dilaudid during her ER visits my mom's hospital stays will be extended by several days given HER migraine triggers so my sister and I take pains to stay on top of the charge nurses and doctors to ensure it's administered (blood pressure permitting) and half the time they STILL screw up.

    That's my biggest regret about not having children; they make great patient advocates.

    Hope you're feeling better.

    Sidebar: Six plus years on RJ and I don't think I ever used ALL CAPS so much in any thread.

    TY! icon_biggrin.gif

    Hardly a lot of caps by RJ standards. I'm sure you have some credits from your past restraint.

    Now a difficult ER story for me. I took my late partner to the ER, when he suddenly woke up raving in total dementia. It ultimately was diagnosed as the terminal AIDS brain condition PML

    I drove him to the ER myself, not realizing he would repeatedly try to open the door and get out as the car was moving in his mental disorder. A harrowing trip.

    At the ER admittance they asked who I was. I said his domestic partner, in a State that banned gay marriage & partnerships. When they took him back to an exam exam room the admitting clerk objected when I went also, and I just ignored her, staying right by his side. Only a hospital security guard could have prevented me.

    In the exam room I made myself essential by knowing his medical history, and they let me stay. Still raving, he thought he was in another State 10 years earlier.

    He was admitted, and day after day I spent 12 hours by his side. But one night, around midnight as I was getting into my car exhausted, a shameful thought occurred to me: I could just leave him there, and never return.

    I had no legal standing, and no obligation. The State didn't recognize me as his partner, and his doctors were starting to press me about that. I could walk away and be charged with nothing, just turn my back and wash my hands of it, a dying man who was now their problem.

    And quickly I mentally slapped myself, for even having had such a thought. My partner, my husband, whether they recognized it or not, was still my obligation, legally binding or not.

    The next day I got an emergency court order that did make me his Legal Guardian, and I stayed with him the last 5 weeks of his life. But that I ever had that unfaithful thought still haunts me.

    I've also had to take my present husband to the ER too many times, As I did my late father multiple times before he died. I have an emotional aversion to ERs. And I don't want to go there for myself, either.
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    Jan 11, 2015 1:42 AM GMT
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    Yes, I remember that post of yours, a valuable wake-up call/reminder on a Real Issue for All Us Gays.

    I've been sensitive to Our plight since one of my first threads on RJ about treatment of gays in nursing homes.

    I haven't had to deal with dementia yet, thank god. A belated sorry for your loss.
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    Jan 11, 2015 1:52 AM GMT
    Well I woke up today with shortness of breath and a heavy feeling in my chest. It felt like an elephant was sitting on me. I really had trouble breathing. My husband listened to my chest and determined I had an irregular heartbeat. He said it sounded like it was only beating one out of three times. He wanted to take me to the ER but I said no. Not only did I have a terrible experience at the ER, but also he had a speech scheduled at the American Gay Heart Association and I did not want my minor problem to interfere with the speech. I will wait until mid-week to see if my missing two beats return. If so, all is well and I will continue to provide Real Jock with the play-by-play of every detail of my life. If not and I pass on, I will ask for a live feed from my funeral to be implemented as a video in a special Real Jock thread. I hope everyone will have one of my favorite drinks, the Martini or Vodka Martini or any alcohol drink, which occupied a major part of my life.

    Oh wait ā€“ my heartbeats have returned and I am fine. Never mind, but thanks for what I assume are your well wishes. Iā€™ll continue to report all details of my life, such as my husband receiving an unwanted solicitation in the mail. No detail shall be spared.
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    Jan 11, 2015 2:32 AM GMT
    eagermuscle said^
    Yes, I remember that post of yours, a valuable wake-up call/reminder on a Real Issue for All Us Gays.

    I've been sensitive to Our plight since one of my first threads on RJ about treatment of gays in nursing homes.

    I haven't had to deal with dementia yet, thank god. A belated sorry for your loss.

    My late partner was treated fairly good in the care facility I placed him for his last days. But then I was there every day, fed him most of his meals myself. Showed the staff how to feed him in case I wasn't there, because I was at the lawyers at times, and making final arrangements.

    Because like most PML patients he wouldn't eat, until you placed the spoon to his lips. I was determined he wouldn't die emaciated, and he didn't.

    Also tough with my late father. I had to give him CPR myself at one point. Can you imagine giving CPR to your own father? And called 911 for him mutiple times, watching him have heart attacks right in front o me. I sometimes wonder if I have PTSD from that, and from my first partner dying in my arms.

    Ah, well, I guess I'm not authorized. I'm the emotionless rock that everyone else relies upon. But there are times I wish there was someone who would take over from me, and just give me a break for a while, so I could be the one who breaks down like a human, and doesn't respond like a machine.

    Being tough & emotionless also makes you numb after a while, to all other normal emotions, as well. And I don't like becoming that. I wanna have some emotions available for my husband, and for others I love. I don't wanna always be a rock.
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    Jan 11, 2015 6:35 PM GMT
    UPDATE: OK Sunday noon, and the vision in my right eye is nearly normal, pain gone. I'm now convinced it was all due to a bad jab of my husband's fingernail into my eye while we slept.

    Never in nearly 66 years had anything like that happened to me before. Imagine waking up in the night and finding you were effectively blind in one eye. Not blurry, I literally mean just an indistinct haze. That lasted well into the next day.

    I told him we will keep a pillow between us from now on (except, of course, when we... ah... don't icon_wink.gif ). And he WILL have those damn claws trimmed.
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    Jan 11, 2015 7:19 PM GMT
    This sounds pretty scary. The first thing I thought:

    http://www.rnib.org.uk/eye-health-eye-conditions-z-eye-conditions/stroke-related-eye-conditions
    http://www.healthtalk.org/peoples-experiences/nerves-brain/stroke/changes-vision
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    Jan 11, 2015 7:32 PM GMT
    mindgarden saidThis sounds pretty scary. The first thing I thought:

    http://www.rnib.org.uk/eye-health-eye-conditions-z-eye-conditions/stroke-related-eye-conditions
    http://www.healthtalk.org/peoples-experiences/nerves-brain/stroke/changes-vision

    Thanks. But the thing that woke me up was the extreme pain in my eye. And I wasn't incapacitated in any way, other than the vision in my right eye. And so I assumed, I believe correctly, that the eye had suffered a direct external injury.

    My husband's had 2 strokes, and those were totally different from what I had. From which, incidentally, he recovered completely, almost miraculously, with no residuals whatsoever. No one would ever suspect he had 2 full strokes.