So I had my doctor appointment.
Finally.
And surprise, surprise, it was not near as bad as I thought it would be.
Shocking, I know.
I still can’t quite believe it myself.

Long story short, now both of my optic nerves are swollen. The right one is still way worse than the left and now I’m facing damage to both eyes if this goes on much longer. Awesome, huh? I have also lost even more peripheral vision in my right eye… That is always a fun thing to see. And that news sure didn’t make me cry, either. (Hopefully you’re picking up the sarcasm here…)
However, this doctor thinks he knows the reason for my intra-cranial hypertension. (YAY!)

He thinks it is a MAJORLY HORRIBLE side-effect from a medication that I’ve been taking for about two years. So the first order of business is to stop the medication (already done) and wait a month. Then at that point I go back to my eye doctor to see if the nerves are still swollen. If they are still swollen, then obviously it was not the medication that was the problem and we go back to square one. (Boooo!) If, however, they are no longer swollen, then YAY! I’m basically done. The only down-side to that scenario is that it won’t be known if the damage already inflicted on my vision will be permanent, or not, until after the swelling is gone. Nobody is even willing to venture a guess or an estimate of what my chances are in regaining my peripheral vision. That doesn’t make me feel that great… but I still have a lot of hope. Because if it is the medication, then at least no more damage can be done and this will finally END! That, my friends, would make me very, very happy.

So that is the story.
Just one more month of waiting and I think it’s going to go by real fast, too.
Because I also happen to have to just one more month of school. So I will be busy busy with hopefully no time to stress and worry about whether or not my optic nerves are cooperating.

By the way… I know some of you were wondering.
That test I could have sworn I failed?
Yeah. I didn’t actually fail. I only passed by one mere percentage point.
Yep. I got a wonderful score of 60%.
I was so proud of myself that I threw a party.