As we age, our eyes start to deteriorate. At least for most people. I'm not exception. I didn't need glasses until I turned 40, and it was a short hop to 24/7 glasses wearing. I'm okay with that.
I've had glaucoma and suspected glaucoma since I was a teen, so I go to an ophthalmologist every six months. I've been treated and not treated over the years. I'm treated with drops now.
I went today for my six-month check and field test, and it was all about the diabetes rather than the glaucoma. "Why aren't you on insulin already?" I was asked. "You're a ticking time bomb" (in terms of diabetic retinopathy) I was told. "You have a 'blah blah blah' cup to disc ratio" I was told. No complications - yet. "See you again in six months. Get your sugars under control."
I dressed up for Halloween and was an evil gramma in a rocking chair on a trail of terror. The picture above with wrinkles, lightened eyebrows, and crazy grayed and teased hair pretty much shows how I feel today. The difference is, I was having fun when that picture was taken Friday.
Grooves come and go. I'll get my groove back soon, but for now, my mantra along with a hashtag is #diabetessucks.