Finally, sitting back in his chair he asked, “Any idea how this happen?” Cassy didn’t have an explanation but brought him up to speed on what she’d done so far.  His perturbed and somewhat confused look did nothing to reassure her. Clearly, he was concerned even mystified.

“I’m going to have some drops made up in the hospital pharmacy.  You’ll need to put them in every hour.”

“Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“You have several problems, none of which make sense.  So, we’re going to try these drops to see how it goes.  We may have to make adjustments and switch the drops so I’ll need to see you again tomorrow.”

“Sit back and try to relax.  I’m going to freeze your eyes and take some scrapings to send to the lab. Hopefully we’ll find out exactly what we’re dealing with.”

Since the morphine was still active, she didn’t flinch.  He knew this was going to hurt for several hours if not days.  Maggy, watching over his shoulder, winced instead.

They both waited expectantly for an explanation. “You have ulcers covering a small portion of your right eye, about seventeen percent; which is causing the pain and blurred vision. However, the real concern is the left eye; the ulceration covers more than fifty percent and is undoubtedly far more painful.  I’m not even going to try and map it!”

At her baffled look he continued, “Our eyes are usually very well protected so it’s extremely rare for bacteria or a foreign agent to infiltrate and cause damage.  However, since the top layer of your eye is no longer in-tact, with over 55 percent of your eye exposed, a microbe has managed to get inside.  The scrapings will assist us in determining what type of foreign agent it is so we can treat it accordingly.”

Standing he half turned and was opening the door when he remarked, “Your contacts have done a number on you.” The indecipherable quirky smile upon his face left her feeling perplexed and edgy. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“What do you think he means, Cassy?”

“I don’t have the vaguest idea.  Something tells me he doesn’t either.” Then she added, “I am always very careful with my contacts, always have been.”

“I’m so confused…if he thinks you got something in your eye from of contacts, then, how and when did it happen and what was it?”

“I don’t know.” Frankly, Cassy didn’t care!  She felt too confused and detached to think clearly much less come up with answers to questions she hadn’t thought of.

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