The trouble began with what felt like a speck of grit in my left eye. I didn't think anything was seriously wrong--until three days later when the eye puffed up and turned weepy and red. I called Glen Ellyn Clinic near my home in west suburban Chicago, and a couple of hours later I found myself seated in a darkened room across from ophthalmologist Mary Mehaffey.
Dr. Mehaffey seemed genuinely concerned, so I took a deep breath and decided to tell her everything. "You're going to think I'm a hypochondriac," I began. "But you know, around the same time this...
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