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A year ago, while sitting in my spring residency, my right eye started to twitch. It was annoying and I chalked it up to eye-stress or life-stress. Unfortunately neither one of those things would be changing anytime soon, so I just kept on keeping on. A few months later when I went to the optometrist, she noticed a bit of scarring on my eye that concerned her. I was a lifeguard in my teens and twenties and, as most of us in our teens and twenties do, foolishly assumed the choices I was making then wouldn’t affect me later. I did not wear the right sunglasses for the kind of work I was doing, mostly because they were more expensive than my minimum wage salary could afford. The scarring on my eyes is most likely from sun-poisoning, but the doctor wanted to send me to a specialist to see if it could be fixed.
I went to the specialist last week and while the scarring was a little concerning, he said, he was much more concerned with the beginning stages of glaucoma he could spot in both of my eyes.