Last Friday evening (the start of the Memorial Day weekend, OF COURSE), Lee and I were watching a movie on TV when suddenly I started seeing flashes of light at the edge of my left eye. They were occasional at first, but then came faster and faster, and eventually I had about 5 minutes of an intense light show going on inside my eyeball.
Well, light flashes are one of the precursors to a detached retina, so we discussed whether to head to the ER. We decided not to go because the light flashes stopped; the hospital would not have had an ophthalmologist on duty at night on a holiday weekend; and if they had decided to keep me overnight for observation, my health insurance would not have covered the bill.
I have now seen a retinal specialist and the verdict is no retinal detachment - yay! Apparently as the eye ages, the inner jelly shrinks and throws off floaters, and when the floaters bump against the retina, they can cause flashes. And yes, my left eye is definitely "floatier" now than it was before Friday night. Just another one of those annoying "at your age..." issues that no one warns you about in advance.
My sister is planning to live to 110, but I don't want to be around that long; I don't want to find out for myself what "at your age..." infirmities are lurking for centenarians. I'm sure they're a lot nastier than fireworks inside my eye.
"In youth we run into difficulties. In old age difficulties run into us." ~Josh Billings
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