Feeling more doomed and blind by the second, I rang the doctor’s office in the hope of procuring some answers and/or getting to yell at some people. I got a woman on the phone who spoke in either an Australian or English accent, I couldn’t be sure which. I tried yelling at her, but it didn’t work. Everything she said to me sounded like science fiction. (At one point she mentioned potentially putting tiny implants into my eyes to stimulate the tear ducts.) All of this, naturally, only made me feel more blind and sorry for myself. “Can’t I just…