#Visit Ophthalmologist

[hallandaleeyecenter]

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[arctic-hands]

I still think it's stupidly funny that a year and a half after getting vision-saving brain surgery I get diagnosed with pretty significant astigmatism and need glasses

[maranull]

Just had some weird iridescent-like shapes in the bottom my vision (they're completely gone now) and the absolute terror I felt thinking my retinal was detaching is beyond words.

Beyond. Words.

[miggylol]

based on more recent posts definitely think of you as the cali professor who has scared me off from ever wanting to get lasik (even if you insist your problems are highly unlikely to happen to anyone else). To be fair to you though, I also had a teacher in middle school who ripped his cornea when taking out his contacts and I have only ever worn glasses because of that. SO.

I am not upset at ALL if I scare people off from getting lasik. Like, I know I am in a tiny tiny subset of people with severe issues, but "the flap adhered to the inside of my eyelid and lifted like a venetian blind being raised" is really a potential complication that they should make more clear in the consultation phase!!

[naggingatlas]

bein a half blind artist kinda sux sometimes u get me

[tjerra14]

How it started: corneal injury because I accidentally rammed a FFP2 mask into my eye

How it's going: corneal injury because I dared to open my eyes in the morning

[fourquartertoast]

James, age 9, after a visit to the ophthalmologist: so apparently I can't see straight James, age 17, after (finally) realising he is madly in love with Regulus Black: or be straight

[fluentmoviequoter]

Next Year

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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (w/ retinoblastoma + a prosthetic eye)

Summary: Tim accompanies you to your yearly ophthalmologist appointment for the first time.

Warnings: depictions of anxiety about dr visit, fluff, comfort

Word Count: 2.0k+ words

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“Are you going to Lucy’s party?” Angela asks as she walks into the station beside Tim.

“No,” he answers quickly.

“Did you get invited yet? Because you can’t say no before she asks you.”

“Tim!” Lucy calls.

“When’s the party?” he asks.

“A week from today.”

“Can’t. Maybe next time.”

Angela shrugs, conceding defeat, but Lucy wants to know why Tim refuses to attend. Usually, he’ll say he doesn’t want to, but his short answer - can’t - intrigues her.

“Why not?” she inquires, walking quickly to keep up with Tim’s long strides through the station.

“I’m going out of town that day,” Tim says.

“Why?”

“Chen,” Tim sighs, stopping to face her. “I can’t go to your party, I’m sorry.”

“Okay. But, where are you going?”

“Is no not sufficient?”

“Tim, c’mon, give me something so I don’t just assume you hate me and never want to see me outside of work.”

Tim raises his brows, and Lucy shakes her head quickly. He knows he can’t get out of this easily or quickly, so he blows out a breath and explains, “I’m going to San Francisco with my girlfriend.”

Lucy’s eyes widen as she gasps. “Are you proposing?” she whispers.

“What? No.”

“Why else would you be taking her up there, then? You can tell me if you’re proposing, I’m really good at keeping secrets.”

“Not something to brag about in a police station, Chen.”

“I’ll ask Angela to interrogate you.”

“It’s a doctor’s appointment,” Tim admits. “And truly none of your business.”

“A doctor’s- Is everything okay?”

“That’s what we’re going to find out, so we can’t come to your party, but if you keep this between us, I will make sure I come to the next one.”

“Keep what between you?” Wade asks.

Lucy presses her forefinger to her lips and nods once, but Tim rolls his eyes and answers, “Next week.”

“Ah,” Wade murmurs. “Tell her we’re keeping her in our thoughts and let us know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

Tim sees the look of hurt that flashes across Lucy’s face at not being included in whatever it is you’re dealing with. Yet, she knows that medical issues can be stressful enough without a bunch of cops asking you questions or treating you differently.

“I’ll see you at the next party then,” Chen says. “And bring me some Ghirardelli!”

“No.”

“Are you ready?” Tim asks as he turns his truck off in the parking garage.

You look at him from your place in the passenger seat and shake your head. “I’m nervous.”

Tim takes your hand over the console and smiles as he promises, “Everything’s going to be fine. Even if it’s not, we’ll deal with it. Okay? And just think about the cheesecake you get later.”

You take a shaky breath and smile as you nod. Tim squeezes your hand before he exits the truck, walks to your door, and takes your hand as you walk to your doctor’s office. The waiting room is tiny, and you cross your fingers as Tim opens the door that it’s not busy. You’re anxious enough without having to stand or step around other people while you wait.

“Good morning,” the receptionist greets.

She’s new, you realize, and you offer a small smile as you tell her your name and birthday.

“Alright,” she says after typing for a moment. “I’ve got you checked in and they’ll call you back shortly.”

“Thank you,” Tim tells her, placing his hand on the small of your back to lead you to a chair.

You clasp your hands together in your lap to hide your shakiness from Tim, but when your leg starts bouncing beside him, you realize it’s pointless. He’ll see your anxiety even without the outward responses.

“I’ll be right back,” you whisper to him.

Tim nods once and watches you walk to the bathroom before he looks at the small table beside his seat. There’s a pamphlet about retinoblastoma, and he picks it up to read the back as he waits for you.

With your hand on the doorknob, preparing to exit the restroom, you realize that you’ll probably have to come straight back. It’s one of the more annoying responses to anxiety, the constant bathroom breaks. When you remember that Tim is waiting outside for you, you feel better.

“What are you reading?” you ask as you sit beside him, leaning toward him.

Tim flips the pamphlet closed, and you smile as you furrow your brows.

“It is my first time,” he points out. “You’ve told me a lot, but I’m not going to pretend like I know exactly what you’ve dealt with or have to go through every year.”

You wrap your fingers around Tim’s forearm as your leg begins bobbing up and down again. He extends his arm over your torso to rest his hand on your leg. Almost immediately, a nurse opens the door and calls your name.

“I’ll be right here,” Tim promises.

You follow the nurse into a small exam room and try to listen to her instructions on reading the charts to test your vision. You’ve done this every year for as long as you remember, so you know how to do it. Still, you haven’t cracked the code to eliminate the anxiety that comes with the yearly doctor visits.

“Read these letters,” she prompts.

Resisting the urge to squint, you read, “A, K, L, M.”

“Good, and these?”

“Y… uh, P? E, R.”

“Okay,” the nurse mumbles before showing you more letters. “Good, done with that. Now we’ll check your eye pressure and dilute your eyes for the doctor’s examination. Do you have any questions about that?” You shake your head, and she smiles as she prepares the numbing drops. “Tip your chin up toward me slightly?” she requests. “Good. Open nice and wide.”

You blink after the drops hit your right eye, and she quickly moves to do the other side. A moment later, she instructs you to sit closer to the machine that checks your eye pressure. After the pressure is checked and your retina is imaged by the retinal camera, she instructs you to turn toward her.

“Time for the worst part,” she announces. “Tip your chin up again? Thank you.”

As the dilation drops begin working, you swallow to get the taste out of your throat. You can feel the drops draining down the back of your throat as your vision shifts, growing farsighted. Luckily, you return to the waiting room before it gets too bad. Tim appears blurry as you sit beside him and wordlessly pull his arm against your chest to hold his hand. He turns to lay his other hand on your knee and brushes his thumb against your inner thigh.

“Feel okay?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” you answer against his arm. “Just don’t like the dilation.”

“Nobody does,” Tim whispers, as if it’s a secret. “What happens next?”

You appreciate Tim’s presence beside you more than he’ll ever know, but the fact that he’s concerned about you and wants to know exactly what you’re dealing with and thinking makes you love him even more.

“I’ll talk to the doctor about changes, but there aren’t many this year. Then he’ll check my retina, and every other year he does imaging and ultrasounds to look at the tumor. I got them last year, so I shouldn’t need them unless he sees something.”

Tim nods and carefully pulls his arm away.

“How’d you know?” you ask as you stand.

“Do you need help?” he says rather than answering.

You shake your head and walk carefully to the bathroom. Before you sit back in your seat, you’re called back again and wave to Tim. He’ll be there when you finish, and that’s a good comfort as you follow the tech to the exam room across the small hall.

“Good morning,” the doctor says as he walks in, glancing your way before he sits and looks over through your oversized chart and the results of today’s vision test. “Any changes to vision or pain?”

“No pain,” you answer. “My vision is a little blurrier than last year, mostly when I’m looking at things far away.”

The doctor nods and sets the large folder aside as he moves his chair toward you. “Anything else?”

You shake your head and follow his light as he moves it from left to right. He raises his retinoscope and direct ophthalmoscope to further examine your retina.

“Good reflectivity,” he tells the technician behind him. “Minimal changes.”

“So, I’m cured?” you joke, pressing your hands against your thighs.

Your doctor smiles, a rare expression, at your comment and murmurs, “If only it were that easy.”

He moves closer to examine your eye through the ophthalmoscope and hums as he moves upward. When he lowers it and pushes back to look at his notes from last year, you bite the inside of your bottom lip and prepare yourself for bad news.

“You’re fine,” he announces, causing you to release your breath. “There has been a minimal change to your vision, but it’s not even worthy of updating any preexisting prescriptions. Your retina looks as good as it can, there’s no new damage, no swelling, and the tumor obviously hasn’t changed. The nerves are intact and healthy also.” He presses a few buttons on the computer and three images of your retina load, and he points to the one on the far left to say, “This was six years ago, and there’s been very little change since then. These nerves and vessels are maintained, the fovea centralis is healthy, and that’s what I wanted to see.”

“Thank you.”

“And the other eye still matches,” he adds.

“Was that a joke, doctor?”

He shrugs, reminds you of eye safety rules, and tells you to schedule your next appointment with the receptionist before you leave. You thank him again and then follow the tech slowly to return to the waiting room.

“Ready?” Tim asks, offering his arm as he walks to your side.

“I need to make my appointment,” you answer as you wrap your arms around one of his.

“Already on it,” the receptionist tells you. “Does the same day next year at 10 a.m. work for you?”

“Yes,” you and Tim answer simultaneously.

“Perfect. You’ll get some email reminders, and I’ll get you an appointment card now. See you both next year, then.”

You doubt it; you rarely see the same receptionist twice, but you enjoy hearing that Tim will undoubtedly be at your side again next year.

“And?” Tim prompts as he leads you out of the office.

“Everything’s fine. My retina’s okay, the nerves are functioning and healthy, so I’m as good as I can be.”

“That’s great!”

You nod and remind him, “Now I need cheesecake.”

“Of course. Hold on tight.”

You do just that, trusting Tim to get you safely where you need to be. After he gets you into the truck, he drives to Union Square. Then, Tim leads you into Macy’s to go to the top floor and enjoy lunch and cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory for a reward. You and Tim talk about work, Kojo, and enjoy the time together, even if you are in San Francisco for an unexciting reason.

“Left?” Tim clarifies as he leads you out onto the street.

“Yes,” you answer. “You have to figure it out once we get closer though.”

Tim smiles and pulls you closer to his side as he leads you down the street to your next appointment. It’s much faster, just answering a few questions and waiting for your eye maker to polish, clean, and check the size of your prosthetic eye before you’re ready to go. As you leave, the effects of your dilation begin to wear off.

“At least I don’t have to ride back to LA with dilated eyes,” you tell Tim after he asks what your relieved sigh was about.

“I wouldn’t have made you do that,” he counters. “We could have gotten a hotel.”

“Maybe next year.”

Tim smiles and turns you to face him on a sidewalk in Union Square. He brushes his thumbs gently across your cheekbones before he kisses you. It was his first time accompanying you to an appointment. If every visit is like this, you may actually look forward to next year’s visit.

[rainbow-taishi]

Bungo Stray Dogs Jose Rizal

Birthday: June 19

A charismatic ophthalmologist who's currently visiting Yokohama from overseas. He's also very popular with the ladies.

He has a powerful skill called 'Noli Me Tangere' (latin: Touch Me Not) which allows him to reflect any ability back to its user if the intent was to attack.

He knows Tetcho and they have travelled somewhere together before.

Bonus quick sketch

[j0kers-light]

I just know Joker would be so fed up with a reader who needs glasses

Like no J, I didn't see you the other day when you were stalking me while I was shopping, sorry for not going over and say hi.

SORRY my visits to the ophthalmologist are that expensive, I'm just a girl who needs her eyes checked!!

"Bunny... what da ya mean you need... contact lenses...? Like lentils for t'eyes?"

omg I can't he is just so dumb when he wants to😭

Woah anon this one hits too close to home. I went to the ophthalmologist last Thursday and for the first time in my life, I need glasses. I am not adjusting well 😣

Let's get into it! I do hope you enjoy beloved! 🖤✨

Joker instantly makes fun of you. For starters, Frost had to help you back home since they dilated your eyes at the office and urged you not to drive. So you came through the door, looking like a lost cause clinging onto Frost.

For months you've been complaining about headaches and double vision, all on deaf ears. You had to take matters into your own hands and find a specialist to perform an eye exam.

Now you're finally getting help to correct your vision! Not like Joker cares. He picks on you by waving his hands in front of your face. You snap at him because you can still see.

"J move out the way! I'm not legally blind, this is only temporary." You grope at the air to prevent yourself from bumping into anything. You still run head first into a potted plant, knocking it over.

Joker thinks your protective glasses, he dubbed them "Ray Charles" are absolutely hilarious. They help with bright lights until your pupils return to normal but it does make you look, well, like a visually impaired person. "All you need is a cane, doll!"

Its days like this where you question why you love Joker. He's such a jerk.

Any support or help you wish to get from Joker is non existent. He is blissfully unaware about how serious your situation is. Thankfully the drops wear off but you have to endure Joker for the upcoming days until your glasses come in the mail.

Joker says the most insensitive things to you like, "Bunny what do ya mean you need uh, contact lenses? Like lentils for your eyes?" or "My Bunny is blind. Maybe I should call ya mouse instead?"

You groan for the umpteenth time and ignore him. You're not legally blind, just.. [insert level of impairment] His jokes aren't funny.

Finally your prescriptions arrive in the mail and you hastily put them on. Its like seeing the world anew. You smile and glance around the room and your eyes land on Joker, who has his jaw on the floor.

"Wow.. I uh.. ahem. You look... B-Bunny.. ya look nerdy. Did they not have a err better selection?" He looked away, hiding his blush.

And your happiness is squashed. Great. You're not his goddess anymore. You sulk around the apartment as you adjust to your new eyes feeling completely miserable. Along with the expected headaches, and discomfort, your mood is in the sewer.

It brings about.. let's say problems. Key word: Joker is the problem. He plays too much and your poor frames is his brand new toy. He bends them, loses them, and even worse? He completely breaks them all 'on accident'. Yeah right.

He just laughs each time saying, "I'll uhh buy ya a new pair."

Joker is a man of his word but your ophthalmologist gives you a disapproving look when you order your sixth pair of glasses in a two month period. Insurance has since stopped footing the bill, they're fed up too.

Your doctor suggests contacts which you think would be a better fit. It is not. Joker manages to ruin them too.

He misplaces your contact case. He uses your contact fluid for a new laughing gas compound, he distracts you and much to your horror-- you sleep with your contacts still in.

Along with the stress of new glasses, the sudden change in your life, and Joker's lack of concern, you're bound to break down and it happens one day when you're working on your laptop in the living room.

Joker sneaks up behind you and steals your new (seventh pair) of glasses right off your face. You react accordingly but with the loss of your visual aid, the room is blurry and you can't focus.

"Joker give me back my glasses! I can't see without them!"

You hear his signature laugh a little to your left and turn that way. You can barely see his figure holding your glasses up to his face. He whistles low.

"Geez, Bunny! I knew ya couldn't, ah see, but this? This is pathetic!" His words sting and make you falter reaching his side.

The one person you need the most to be supportive, and on your side during such a life changing event, is your bully. Why can't Joker be more understanding? You don't know you're crying until Joker is standing before you. He's close enough for you to see him clearly.

And he doesn't look happy. "What's gotten into you?"

He doesn't even know?!! That just makes you cry even harder. Your tears are Joker's kryptonite and he groans to himself before yanking you into your arms.

"Bunny..... stop that.. You know I haTe it when you cry." He rocks the two of you back and forth but you aren't moved by his weak attempt at an apology.

"Then why are you being so mean to me?! You keep breaking my glasses, I can't see without them, I'm... I'm so tired and—"

Joker shuts you up with a kiss and your body betrays you by kissing him back. He pulled away so he could see your e/c sparkling up at him.

“You've been soooo stressed lately. I thoughT my jokes would help ease your mind! I just wanted you to smile."

"You made fun of me and called me a nerd!" You pout.

He sighed and placed your glasses where they belong. The way he was looking at you made you adopt a slight flush to your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to be mean, Princess. These make ya look hot, very hoT. Like the sexy author I know ya are."

You looked away, mumbling. "You... you think I look hot?"

Joker laughed and spun you around in his arms. He then attacked your face with sloppy kisses while his eager hands roamed your body.

"Think? Oh I know my goddess is stunning with or without glasses. You. Are. Beaut-Tee-full and the day I say otherwise, be a dear and uh.. stab me with a knife."

He smirked hearing your joyful laughter ringing out. Oh how he missed it.

[bluepriestess]

A little life update from me:

Hi all, long time no see 🫶 I hope everyone in this neck of the woods have been doing well, I’m sorry I’m not around too much now days.

Over the past few weeks I had started to experience loss in my eyes and was worried I had eye strain or something which was making both my job and driving at night hard. After going through multiple visits to the ophthalmologist, she had me go to the ER in case it was neurological— which it was/is.

I have been diagnosed with MS aka multiple sclerosis. The PNW is a hot spot for the disease for some reason but that also means the doctors I will be working with will be thoroughly educated and committed to providing me with the best care possible. I did a lumbar puncture so they could collect spinal fluid to run more tests to also rule out any other issues that could be present.

It has been a very scary time for me, I have an uncle with it and he’s always in need of a cane/walker/wheelchair depending on how he’s doing which scared me to think of ending up in such a way (I want to emphasize that having to use such ambulatory devices isn’t bad, but the loss of total independence does scare me deeply) but the doctors have assured me that with the right treatment and some lifestyle changes that I can carry on with my life as normal.

Anyways I should have the results from the spinal tap in about a week and then we’ll establish what my care plan is moving forward. I’m scared of learning that I have it, but I know this isn’t a death sentence and it’s just a minor detour on my life’s journey.

If you have any spare good vibes that you’d like to send me, it would be much appreciated. I think I am still in shock and have yet to truly process the news.

I would say I would be happy to answer any questions but I don’t have jackshit for answers rn LOL

Thanks for reading :)

[hallandaleeyecenter]

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[swaglet]

so it's 100% confirmed to be inflammatory iritis by the hospital guy i saw last night. i can sense an incoming rheumatologist visit after i go see this ophthalmologist and they're gonna look for an autoimmune condition. if they don't i'm actually gonna do some kind of domestic terrorism at this point because this is my fifth flare up in 3 months and i'm going to go blind if they just leave it and don't look into it. the one thing that confuses me is. Why did they not give me steroid eyedrops or prednisolone if they know it's inflammatory

[chamiryokuroi]

Uhh so I ended up getting that ophthalmologist visit, and it turns out I need my glasses changed :v so thank you lmao (and sorry for mistaking your pfp for a mean girl with a bob afshsfh)

(Bows) Have a nice day!

Anon this is hilarious to me 😂

[verysinglepieceofbread]

how do i sign up a fictional couple for an ophthalmologist visit. "he doesn't smile at me like that" YOU BOTH BLIND???

[thebesthealthcareprovider]

Eyes on Dubai: Your Friendly Guide to Finding the Perfect Eye Doctor

Hey Tumblr fam! 👋 Let's talk about something we often take for granted - our eyes! 👀 If you're in Dubai and on the hunt for an eye doctor, you're in luck. This dazzling city isn't just about sky-high buildings and fancy malls; it's also home to some top-notch eye care professionals. Let's dive into everything you need to know about finding an eye doctor in Dubai!

Why Dubai for Eye Care?

Dubai isn't playing around when it comes to healthcare, especially eye care. Here's why:

🏥 State-of-the-art eye clinics and hospitals

👨‍⚕️👩‍⚕️ Internationally trained eye doctors

🔬 Cutting-edge diagnostic tools and treatments

🌐 Multilingual staff (because let's face it, medical terms are hard enough in one language!)

Types of Eye Doctors in Dubai

Before we go further, let's break down the types of eye docs you might encounter:

Optometrists: Your go-to for vision tests and glasses/contact lens prescriptions.

Ophthalmologists: These are the big guns - medical doctors who can perform eye surgeries and treat complex eye conditions.

Pediatric Ophthalmologists: For when the little ones need eye care.

Finding Your Perfect Eye Doctor Match

Choosing an eye doctor is like finding the perfect pair of frames - it needs to suit you! Here's what to look for:

Qualifications: Check their credentials and specializations.

Experience: How long have they been in the eye game?

Technology: Do they have the latest eye-examining gadgets?

Language: Can they explain that weird eye chart in a language you understand?

Location: Because nobody wants to travel across Dubai with dilated pupils!

Reviews: What are other patients saying? (But take it with a grain of salt - every eye is different!)

What to Expect at Your Eye Appointment

Nervous about your visit? Don't be! Here's a sneak peek:

Chat about your eye health and overall health (yes, they're connected!)

Visual acuity test (the classic "read the letters on the chart" test)

Refraction assessment (this determines if you need glasses or contacts)

Eye health check (they'll take a close look at your eye structures)

Dilation (optional but helpful for a thorough examination)

Common Eye Issues in Dubai

Living in Dubai comes with its own set of eye challenges:

Dry eyes: Thanks to AC and desert climate. 🏜️

Digital eye strain: From all that screen time. 📱💻

UV damage: The sun here is no joke! ☀️

Allergies: Dust can be a real pain for your peepers.

Taking Care of Your Eyes, Dubai Style

Here are some tips to keep your eyes happy in the city of gold:

Wear those stylish sunglasses - UV protection is a must!

Use artificial tears to combat dryness.

Follow the 20-20-20 rule: Every 20 minutes, look at something 20 feet away for 20 seconds.

Eat eye-healthy foods (yes, carrots are good, but so are leafy greens and fish!)

Don't skip those regular eye check-ups!

The Future of Eye Care in Dubai

Dubai's always ahead of the curve, and eye care is no exception. Keep an eye out (pun intended) for:

Advanced LASIK procedures

AI-powered diagnostic tools

Telemedicine options for eye care

Innovative treatments for age-related eye conditions

Wrap Up

There you have it, folks! Finding an eye doctor in Dubai doesn't have to be daunting. With world-class options available, you're sure to find a doc who'll help you see this beautiful city even more clearly.

Have you had any experiences with eye doctors in Dubai? Any funny stories or helpful tips? Share them in the reblogs - let's help each other out!

Remember, your eyes are precious - take care of them, and they'll take care of you! Here's to clear vision and healthy eyes in the dazzling city of Dubai! ✨👁️