Just another reason to hate doctors even more...

I hate doctors. I despise them. Almost got married to one. But even before we met and during our 2 year relationship/brief engagement, I never failed to express how much I hate doctors. They never have something good to say, and no matter how good (or absolutley depressed) u felt when u first walked into the office or clinic; u'll always leave on the verge of tears, considering suicide as an easier option, thinking about ur will or all of the above combined.

2 weeks ago, I reluctantly dragged my legs from where I live to the optic clinic 200 m away. I needed a new prescription for my specs because things were kinda... fuzzy. Or so i thought.
After waiting for an hour and 20 mins (thats typical in Egypt) the nurse finally ushered me into the tiny office with the black leather chair facing the board marked "E". She shut the door behind her and left me alone with a beaming tall white-coated man who seemed to have plastered his smile on his round face. Is it irnoic that every eye doctor I see wears glasses? Well... to keep a long story short... After several minutes of flashing lights, silly questions about my psychological state (and my sanity) and a little hesitation ... He fianlly said cheerfully,
"Okay, so here's the thing.... (Gave me alot of medical jibberish...)"
"Eh?? bil 3araby ya3ny eh? (in arabic plzz..)"
" *cough* Well... u don't need new glasses, u have a blood vessel called an ARTERY, at the back of ur eye called RETINA, thats bleeding and abnormal vessels have grown instead which makes u see blurry images and sometimes dark black spots, this is easily fixed with a laser surgery when discovered before u actually reach the blindness stage, coz once u r blind its uncurable, unfixable, irreversible...and..."
"NA3AM?! blind? did u just say blind? who's gonna be blind? no u don't understand, I just need NEW glasses! a prescription... begad thats all!" I was laughing nervously and fighting the stinging tears, and trying to get out of the chair and make a run for it...
"Yes, you will be blind in 2 months, because u seemed to be in the late stages of this condition, so the surgery must be done ASAP.. of course u'll have to go through a series of tests, and MRI's so we can have a better....."
At this point I just switched off and watched his lips move as he spoke with the smile still plastered... and of course, my imagination started to picture my life as a blind young woman, how will I ever draw or paint again? How will I depend on others for everything I do, what life will I have? Will suicide be a temptation for me once AGAIN?

So I ended up with potential blindness instead of changing my specs (which I hoped would be Channel this time since my father is paying)... I arrived home in shock and kept this information for myself for 3 days before telling my family who started to think I enjoyed walking around bumping into things accidently...
My vision got worse, and they hurt when I cried (I did that alot because I had just been dumped by my doctor-fiance) and watching TV was aching, reading was impossible and going online could be a little dazing but I still did because its all I had left to do. I quit my job and stayed home waiting for the 7 days to pass quickly before the day of the surgery....