But sometimes it doesn’t deliver.
I have a bad case of dry eye. It’s the result of eye surgeries and a bad gene from the gene pool. (BTW I’m the only one in the family with bad eyes. No one else wore glasses until they hit 40.) The standard hot compresses and lid washes don’t do much for me. Nor does the really expensive prescription drops.
I have a delightful eye doctor who is young and eager. He’s full of options. Some of the options are a little short of a track record so we don’t know how well they would work in my particular case.
During my exam a few weeks back, he suggested two options – scleral contact lens which contain a reservoir of solution to keep the eye wet and a procedure to “milk” the Meibomian glands which is where the ocular fluid comes from. They are located along the eyelash perimeter of the eye and as you get older, they tend to block. You could say I have constipated Meibomian glands. Until recently there was no ex-lax for it but now they have methods to heat and express the glands. (That sounds a lot grosser than it is. It doesn’t look at all like a cow milking machine.)
There is nothing about me that is truly normal. At least not my eyes. They assured me that after one treatment I’d feel immediate relief. Nope. Didn’t happen. Better maybe but not full relief. As a caveat, I am in the middle of a particularly tenacious round of dry eye. It doesn’t always bother me and I went the whole summer without incidents. Weather changes, seasonal transitions, indoor heating, lousy politics, anything can trigger it. (I often attribute it to my cat Hazel’s particularly stinky poops that make my eyes water!)
I have two more treatments to do and hopefully my fluids will be flowing. If not there are several more options to try. Or I can move somewhere with humid winters. Maybe that’s cheaper. I can always hope.
Author’s note: The lubricating fluids on your eye are not the same as the tears you shed when your team loses. Totally different. I can be profusely tearing and still have dry eye.