It began with a vague suspicion. Was my vision, out there in the outer periphery of the left eye, blurry? Now, you say, how could you not know your retina was becoming detached ?
The blurriness of my eye was a filminess that would surely blink away. I was busy – my eyes in constant use in an unusually busy late season of shooting. Once I slow down, and less time fussing over the computer, resting my eyes, this will go away.
On my week in Seattle I would pay close attention, and the blur was with me all the time. But was this fuzziness only at the edge of my glasses, some new function of my nearsightedness ? I vowed to call my optician when I returned. This was weird, a bit scary, and not going away.
On my Monday return, after my final morning workshop at SFBG, I called my eye doctor to find he was out of town. By this time, two weeks into wondering about the blur, I did not want to wait another week. I called Kaiser, my HMO. The Kaiser folks advised I see their ophthalmologist, not my optician, and we set up a Wednesday afternoon appointment.