WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THAT????
Because I am a freak of nature (see earlier post), this is a condition that I have.
Here’s the history:
I went to the eye doctor last September for new glasses/contacts. The eye doctor decided to try some contacts which are made out of a new material that would be indicated for my dry eyes. I did fine with the trials, but within a few hours of wearing the permanent contacts, I had a severe reaction. This reaction resulted in corneal edema (or swelling). Corneal edema can cause seriously impaired vision and did so in my case.
My optometrist immediately sent me to an eye specialist. This “specialist” appeared to have just graduated from high school, but I digress.
I had to go to Tulsa every week for a while and see this eye specialist, who is a very nice man, by the way. At one point, I was applying eye drops 16 times a day and putting this saline, petroleum jelly stuff into my eyes at night. It was a pleasant few months…
My vision eventually began to clear and is much better now. I am even able to wear the contacts (a different kind) for most of the day.
However, in the process of going to the specalist every week, I ended up seeing the “HEAD DUDE” specialist. (He was only a few years younger than me. WHEW!!)
Well, he took one look deep into my eyes and blurted out, “Crocodile chagrin!!” I thought this was some colloquial eye doc oath such as, “Shiver me timbers!” or “Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit!” I was imagining all sorts of startling discoveries at this point, such as a cyclopsish third eye forming in my forehead. He got so excited!! He then asked the intern boy who was shadowing him if he had ever seen this condition, to which Doogie Howser replied, “Not on a human.” (That’s always a good feeling.)
So, then HEAD DUDE specialist proceeded to call in all of the intern boys currently working in his practice so that they could see BILATERAL POSTERIOR CROCODILE SHAGREEN!! He even went and got a textbook to show them. We had a whole teaching moment. Well, they did. I was pretty much blind from the deep corneal invasion by half of the population of Tulsa.
About the time that I thought my peep show was over, one last little guy walked in. He was so sheepish and asked if he may please look. It reminded me of some neighborhood boys out in Dad’s garage finding an illicit magazine…
So, I allowed the last junior high eye specalist boy in training to peer deeply at my corneas with a light bright enough to direct air traffic for the whole city. He said, “Cool!”
Then we all went merrily along our different ways. I was rather like a nocturnal creature turned loose at high noon in the tropics, but, all in all, we were all happy.
I have apparently always had this benign condition, but it was undiscovered until my recent difficulties. I just thought I would share with you.