The story part 2

The next step was to see my optometrist--I mean, my eyes weren't focusing, right? Tests were mostly okay...my pupils were a little sluggish to respond to light, but nothing to worry about. I also had a test that showed maybe some slight neurological anomalies, but, again, nothing to worry about.

So, I'm off to see a neurologist in Enterprise. Well, 15 minutes with this, this, JERK and he says it's all in my head...did I want to see a psychologist? Well, fine, then. Um, no--to the psychologist.

Well, by this point, all my running around is doing is costing me money. No answers. No help. So, for a while, I just trudge along as best I can. In addition to the dry mouth and dry eyes, I am not really able to digest food...everything just gets stuck in my esophagus or intestines. I am more constipated than I have ever been in my life (sorry for the ickiness...just the truth). And things just get worse.

Then, one day in late August, I wake up and realize that I can't see very well...I look in the mirror and my eyes are dilated and fixed. No response to stimulation. So everything is fuzzy and I am overly sensitive to light. At this point, my whole family is terrified...what is going on?

We run in to see an ophthalmologist--since my last run-in with an optometrist was a bust--and it takes him about 10 seconds of looking in my eyes and listening to my symptoms to tell me that I've ingested some kind of poison. My body systems are slowing down and it's because I've been exposed to something toxic. Don't worry, he says...in 10-14 days, you should be fine.

Whew! What a relief!