This whole ordeal is giving me a headache! What’s more, every so often I find myself checking my peripheral vision, to make sure it’s still there…which gives me a headache. It’s like cracking your knuckles, both equally annoying.
Following my doctor’s appointment, my husband and I sat down to discuss my options. “She’s written orders for a carotid artery sonogram as well as a brain scan to make sure there isn’t something besides my very little brain growing in there…”I explained. “Okay.” “She also suggested I see an Ophthalmologist too, which could be the less expensive way to go,” I added. “Marsh, regardless the cost, if our insurance approves the tests, I think we should go through with them. The last thing we want to do is bury our heads in the sand and hope for the best,” He said and I nodded in agreement. “I guess, I’m never meant to get out of debt…” I lamented, knowing the high costs for these tests. “We’re working middle class…name any one of our friends who have,” he replied, which to be honest bothered me. He was being far too sensible–something, I believed to be completely out of character for him. “Any idea how I’m not supposed to stress eat between now and then?” I asked. “We’ll all go clean…” He said and the doll, with her acute hearing from the next room chimed in with her concurrence.
As luck would have it, I managed to get an appointment with the Ophthalmologist before the other two tests. After conferring with my older sisters, I was convinced the Dr. would find any number of problems with my eyes, simply based on family history. “I feel confident he’s going to tell you you are related to Joyce and Tom (parents), my sister Carol convinced. Both parents suffered from floaters, macular puckers and degeneration, not to mention glaucoma.
Okay this is getting weird. I mean, which choice is better? Knowing that you’re slowly going blind or that you may have a tumor or something growing/pressing against your optic nerve or in your brain? Am I supposed to sound happy if he tells me he’s found something or be sad that he hasn’t? This is so damned weird.
After a thorough examination by one of his nurses, the doctor entered the room and we discussed the real reason I was there (besides a bump up in my glass’ prescription). “Do you remember seeing any squiggly lines while this was occurring?” He asked. Taking a moment to reflect, I said, “I don’t think so, but honestly, I don’t remember,” which made me quite disappointed in myself, because I tried to memorize everything that was happening during the last occurrence. “Okay, well, let’s take a look at your eyes…” He said and began additional testing.
After his exam he said, “You have beautiful eyes. No tears, no scar tissue, nothing to suggest you’re on the same paths as your parents…” “Considering I’m… how old am I? Fifty-threeand I didn’t start wearing glasses until I was 50, this makes me happy,” I replied. He smiled in return and said, “Yes, only a simple upgrade in your glasses too. You’ve done a great job of taking care of your eyes.” “Okay, so where does this leave me?” I asked. “Are you sure you didn’t see any squiggly lines?” He asked again. Thinking hard I replied, “I’m thinking if anything, they were curly-q type lines? Though, I might be saying this only at the suggestion…” I replied then rationalized my reply. He nodded his head in understanding.
“If you have good insurance, then go ahead and take those other tests. But I think what you had is something called an Ocular Migraine without the headache. Both eyes were probably affected, but because you’re left eye dominant, you only noticed the vision loss in that eye,” he diagnosed. “So, I’ll probably experience this again in the future?” I asked. “Hard to say, but I’m confident this is what you experienced,” he replied before adding, “We see them from time to time.”
When I arrived home, my husband and I discussed the doctor’s explanation. “I think you should get the MRI to cross everything off, before we accept his diagnosis,” My husband said. “I think so too. He said he thought both eyes were probably affected, but I know only my left eye checked out, because I analyzed what was happening and conducted little tests to pinpoint what was going on…” I explained. “So you take the other tests…” My hubby said in a matter of fact tone. “I’ll take the other tests…”
“Hello, Marsha? This is Jeanie from Dr. KW’s office and we have received your tests results….” The nurse said on the other end of the line. Taking a deep breath I replied, ‘Oh Hi, okay, what’s the verdict?” “After conferring with the Radiologists suggestion and thoroughly looking over the pictures as well, she’s concluded they are clear. No signs of stroke. Everything looks normal.” “Whoo, well that is good news..” I replied, sporting a grin, before adding, “Thank you for the call”. The nurse probably said “You’re welcome,” but by then, my mind was on cloud nine.
The scary days were behind me…for now.
“An Ocular Migraine without a headache… I suppose if I’m going to suffer from migraines, this is the best one to get? Frankly, I’d rather skip the whole thing. After all, while they are happening, they really are quite frightening (especially while driving!!). But in researching them, I’ve found several friends who also suffer from them. Perhaps they aren’t as rare as WebMD suggests… at least that’s my point of view.
An Ocular Migraine without a headache.. crazy.