wednesday. wiped out.

Week 4. Two tests. First real 100. Optics. Bam.

I think I've gotten the hang of this Optmetry school business. There's a delicate balance between caring and not caring-- you have to care to learn, but you have to go in to tests confident in what you do know, though it seems to be little, I think I usually know more than I think  I do... I've figured out how a few of my professors test, which makes studying more productive. Buuu-uuut the semester changed and we have a few new professors, so it will keep life interesting.

I've started a workstudy position in the Vision Therapy department. I make photocopies. lots of photocopies. and retype forms that are used frequently so there is a digital copy for Publications to process- put our logo on it, format it, and keep on record. In the future instead of making photocopies, the little people (like me) can send an email with "I need 2 pads of VT-2020" and voila the forms come from the sky, errr 9th floor. Later on, I will have the opportunity, hopefully, to do some research projects, and learn more about VT. I am a patient of one of the best VT Doc's in the country right now.

Some of you know a bit of the trouble I have with my eyes and others do not. Basically, I can see with both eyes, but my brain doesn't put the images from the two eyes together because I was born with a crossed eye-- alternating, though, so I use both eyes. BUT my brain shuts off the input from one eye so that I don't see double. Double vision is bad. But, because I can't use both eyes at the same time, I can't appreciate depth- like 3D movies, magic eye, etc. I've done pretty well for myself so far, but there are some things an optometrist needs to see in depth- like funky things inside the eye while looking through the biomicroscope.

Wednesday is my VT day. My feet tingle. My head hurts. I feel, at times like I'm going to throw up. BUT I saw depth. The clown's hand was reaching out of the wall at me (creepy, I know). I look into creepy looking instruments which flash bright lights and force my brain to pay attention. I baffle the third years and staff doctors from other departments. Dr. D thinks it's awesome, calls me a freak, and cusses when I don't see things the way he wants me too.  It makes me wonder-- how would I have been had I been able to go to VT when I was younger... If my ophthalmologist would have done surgery, if he would have been open to mixing VT with surgery. It makes me excited to learn more and want to help kids like me.

Hmmm. The words on the screen are starting to go fuzzy. Probably better rest a while.