We took Rocky’s to the eye specialist yesterday. It’s always a long and tiring drive, three hours there and three hours back. We take her to London, that is where she gets the best care, he knows his stuff and we are doing EVERYTHING possible to save that one eye, what ever it takes.
Well we went in all happy because we THOUGHT things were going well besides a few problems but it was far from it. When she is there he tests her eyes and he does an eye pressure test. The normal range should be around 20. Well hers was 50 and all of her hears dropped. We all felt sick.
So Dr. Quinn put her “regular” drops in to see if that takes the pressure down. We had to wait 30 minutes so we went to get a coffee. It did nothing. Then he put in some big guns eye drops, waited 30 minutes and the pressure dropped to 28. I was so happy I almost cried. The thought of her loosing that other eye sickens me. I know how awful it was to loose that other eye, it was a rough rough time. She pulled threw with flying colours but not us. We were all sick, stressed and just tired.
So off we went home with now three different kind of drops to put in her eye. I felt paralyzed, now I’m just plain old whipped out today. A long trip with a scare like that is tiring.
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