Panic Attack

A month or two ago, we noticed Frances’s eyes crossing late in the day when we took her glasses off for bed. And when I say “crossing” I don’t mean “drifting a bit towards centre”—I mean that her left eye practically falls into her nose.

And every week it’s been getting worse. Now it’s at the point where even sometimes her eyes will cross while she’s wearing her glasses, even after she’s just woken up. This is not good. It is completely freaking me out. Also, the eye—it’s just her left—is clearly bothering her. She rubs it often, squints with it, closes it when she’s trying to focus.

This is not good.

She has an opthamologist because of her glasses. We were supposed to see him on August 4. He called two days before to cancel it and reschedule for the second week of September. And ever week her eye gets worse, and I know it’s not likely that a few more weeks will make a difference but I HATE THIS.

Because we just moved, we don’t have a doctor here for her yet. I found a local pediatrician who is taking new patients; in order to get an appointment we need to have her file transferred over from her old doctor, who is on summer vacation until next week. So we can’t even get her in to see someone now to let us know whether or not this is something we need to move on NOW or if we can wait another month.

Have I mentioned that I hate this? I really hate this.

Of course, being me, I’ve done a bit of research. I hope it’s just that her eyeglass prescription is off, and we’ll get a new one and everything will be fine. And if I find out that it could have been that easy, but because we had to wait an extra five weeks it won’t be anymore….!

Heads will roll. I promise.

Posted by Andrea at August 18, 2005 9:37 AM under Doctors, Geneticists and Other Charlatans

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