Adam was born with a blocked tear duct in his right eye and up until now it hasn’t been much bother. On Sunday he spent about an hour and a half with two very loving little girls who poked, stroked and nearly broke him in showing their affection. Twenty-four hours later, there was yellow-ish discharge coming from his eye and this morning it was nearly glued shut.
Our family doctor is nearly 45 minutes away and the eye isn’t bad enough to warrant Thomas missing work to drive us down there. There’s a new urgent care centre a five minute walk from home and despite the name, the province set up these centres to stem the flow of patients pouring into Emergency Rooms because they couldn’t get an appointment with their family doctor. We were sent to a nurse practioner who looked at Adam’s eye, nodded sagely and went directly to his desk… where he picked up a reference book. He read from a chart and summarized that we could try an over-the-counter ointment. I’m sure if we had seen our family doctor, she might very well have said the same thing. But heading straight for the Desk Reference for Things I Should Have Learned in School But Have Now Forgotten doesn’t inspire confidence. I could have consulted Dr. Google and saved myself the walk over.
Anyhoo, we picked up the ointment, which I have to rub into his eye four times a day. Babies love that.