On the eve of April seventh, I had noticed something weird happening with my right eye; the light grew irritable and it looked rather odd. I simply shrugged it off when I went to bed, figuring it was just having an occasional issue. I was wrong. The next day, it didn't stop like I had assumed it would. All day, I was seeing halos around light sources as if they had a sort of glowing aura and had a irritation come every now and again; I begun to notice that my right eye was a little red too. I had talked to my mom about it (since she is a medical assistant at Kaiser and might have an inkling of what's going on.) in the evening and she had said that we would get an appointment on Wednesday with my pediatric. I awaited the week for that appointment, my vision remaining as unusual as the first night, until after school when my appointment was scheduled.

The pediatric is someone who has basically worked on me since I was just a baby, so, we were familiar with eachother. He had a look at my eye, asking me of the things I was experiencing and such and I complied. He was unable to make out what was wrong, so he said that he'll have the optometrist downstairs have a look at it. Unfortunately, he was with another patient and he was getting off work soon, so my mother made an appointment for the next day.

The next day had come and I had went in the morning for my appointment with the eye doctor. I admit I was a bit curious since I've never really experienced what it was like to have my eyes examined in the optometry area. I had my vision checked (20-20 of course) before getting my pupils dialated to see what was going on. Apparently, there was something hazy in my right cornea, to which, the optometrist was rather baffled as to what it was. He said that this is a normal occurring thing in elderly people, but very very rare in juveniles. My eyes were overall healthy, but that peculiar mystery remained. He had told us that we should have a professional opthalmologist take a look, so we scheduled another appointment for next Thursday on the nineteenth of April.

The new school week had barely begun to bloom before I started to notice that the lights had grown irritatingly brighter to my affected eye. I called my mom during gym class in second period, explaining that it's gotten a bit worse and she had told me that we would go ahead and bump the appointment to Tuesday instead. I wasn't sure what to expect.

My third appointment finally came in the morning and I was a bit relieved in hopes that this would be over with. Of course, I undergoed the basic procedures, sharing symptoms, and having my eyes dialated again. I was able to tell when it was working as I started having a hard time reading simple text boxes on my Pokemon Platinum I had brought to kill some time. He had shined a light in my pupils, allowing me to see the very veins that exist in my eyes; I admit I had found it rather interesting. When he had asked for things I might be experiencing, he also wanted to know any general things going on with my person as well. I explained that on rare occasions I would feel pains in my hands and fingers, as if it were like a small charlie horse (Arthritus was crossed out because I did not have it and it was not hereditary for me.). He explained to me that I have an eye disease known as Uveitis ( [link] [link] ). Mine was not severe, but if left the way it was for any longer, would eventually develop unwanted cataracts. He had perscribed prednisolone acetate (aka steroids) eyedrops to apply once every two hours while awake. I was told the side effects ( [link] ) and to be honest, I grew uncomfortable about it.

Since my dialated eyes made things a bit hard to read, my mom had decided to have my step-dad just take me home instead. At this point, I was anxious on the inside. I've never had eye problems in all my life, making it something very discomforting. Steroids are another factor that already make my hairs stand up and the side effects are just a worse add on. I've been reassured by my mom and the opthalmologist that the side effects are rare and I'll turn out okay, but I still feel uneasy about it all. I think another thing that might have made it a tad worse was my step dad's story of him getting hit in the eye accidentally by a girl with a racket. He explained in grotesque detail and mentioned that he couldn't even leave bed other wise it would put pressure on his eye and the lights would go out. His coach told him if that girl had hit him any harder, his eye would have litterally popped if you catch my drift. His eyes are fine though. The result was me breaking down and crying, just miserably torn by the whole ordeal of my own problems. He apologized, not intending to make me upset, and reassured me as well. I still felt distressed either way.

After I had gotten home, I felt more sluggish than I've ever been. I didn't bother with my computer, I just sat on the couch, played my game and watch uninteresting shows. I had never felt such an array of depression-like feelings hit me. I didn't give up or think the worst of any of this, but I still felt uncomfortable. I couldn't really fathom exactly why I was so bothered by everything, but I was. I barely made an effort to message my friends or even take a look at any deviations on dA. I only loafed and slept, feeling heavy and sunken. These past few days haven't been much of a change either. While I'm taking my drops and seeing my good friends my discomfort clung onto me. The doctor my mom works under was even kind enough to send me my own pink box of Voodoo Donuts (Which are probably one of the best donut places I've been to. [link] And if you're ever in Portland, it'd be a good idea to check them out.) of which I was very grateful for. They had cheered me up a bit, but the discomfort stayed. When my friends made me laugh, it would make me happy for a while, but this miserable discomfort refuses to leave me.

I know things aren't going to turn horrible, but I just can't shake this. I don't know if I've ever felt such an obnoxious feeling of a murky mud puddle, but I know it doesn't feel good. I'm at a loss for words...