At The Other End Of The Slit-lamp Table..
As eye doctors, we examine the eyes of our patients with the aid of a slit lamp machine. Through the eyepieces of the microscope, we shine an almost unbearably strong light across different parts of the eye to detect pathologies otherwise unidentifiable by naked eyes or a simple torch. That’s a pretty standard description of how ophthalmologists work everyday. We seldom wonder how it feels to be sitting at the other end of the table, as with many other things that we have taken for granted in life.
Until last Saturday morning, I was woken by an indescribable discomfort striking across my right forehead.
As I looked into the mirror, I found my right eye had turned bloody red and the lids slightly swollen. The surface of the eye felt as rough as a piece of sandpaper, and with each blink the pain worsened and the eye couldn’t stop tearing. The thought that ‘Something isn’t right’ kept repeating in my head along with a list of differential diagnoses. I recalled seeing a patient with acute conjunctivitis the evening before, and the next thought that came to mind ‘Oh no I must have caught the virus!’
For the whole day I experienced almost every one of those unimaginable symptoms described by my patients. Tingling, stinging, aching, pulling sensation, photophobia, heaviness, soreness, grittiness, and the tiredness of the fellow eye were only a limited list of my assorted feelings, and of course not to mention my worries about permanent detrimental effects on my vision.
Those who don’t work in this field might not appreciate it, but having caught a red eye is as common but also as feared as a taboo for most if not all ophthalmology people. Not only because the condition is embarrassing, but it also signals to everyone that you are not fit to continue with your clinical duties – for the sake of infection control, you are temporarily banned from practice.
Like most doctors experiencing illness, I found excuses in procrastinating my visit to a proper examination until late that night, upon which, surprisingly, found not only an inflamed eye but also several epithelial defects on the cornea. Half startled, I knew I needed to be more vigilant about my illness and be more compliant to my treatment, otherwise there was an apparent risk of it going worse and becoming a bad infection. I had never thought how hard it would be to stick to a schedule and keep applying eye drops every hour or so.
Sitting at the other end of the slit lamp table, I came to realize how it feels to be a patient in our clinic. To have your chin up the chin rest and your forehead pressed against the strap really puts you in your patients shoes. It was much harder than you think trying to withstand the dazzling light placed only inches away from your teary, painful eye. Any lightest touch or finest manoeuvres triggered your heightened sensation. Those are the things that could never be learnt from pure imagination, but only through personal experience you gain sight into the work of your patients.
During the day I had much difficulty walking with my eyes open under the bright sunlight, it was only then I recognized even the tiniest defect could not only bring discomfort, but indeed it also impairs daily living and work.
And believe it or not, a tight eyepatch and a not-so-tight one makes a huge difference in terms of symptomatic relief. From this I learned that even such a small detail counts and every step, if done perfectly, makes a significant impact in the management of our patients. As doctors who deal with such small organs yet with such great bearings in terms of quality of life, there is as little as nil room for errors or below-par treatment.
Last but not least, during these days as I reflect upon my illness and role as a junior eye doctor, I wish to thank all my
seniors and colleagues for their undying support and kind endurance, and I wish to apologize for my absence and many duty rearrangements during this period of time.
Thanks to all those who dropped by or called or left a ‘take care’ message on Facebook, I am really grateful for your wishes and I’m sure under so many good hands of my fellow colleagues, I shall recover soon and return to duty ASAP!


















