The saga of my balls continues.
My eyeballs, that is. The ones that have threatened glaucoma or some such fancy name.
I received my new prescription so I trotted down to the chemist yesterday and got my drops. It’s a tiny little bottle and what’s worse, it’s only a quarter full [or three quarters empty depending on mood]. A hell of a lot of fuss over a tiny quantity of liquid?
I had been warned that the drops may sting. They did just for a moment but nothing to write home about. There are some quite interesting side effects though. The pharmacist mentioned one of them. She said that apparently they will make my eyelashes grow.
Now I am fairly well endowed in the eyelash department [and in a few other departments also but we won’t go into that]. They are long enough to lightly brush against my spectacles, and the odd time they drop out and jam my keyboard. Longer lashes will be interesting. Will I be able to clean my spectacles just by blinking? Handy!
I read the pamphlet that came with the drops. There were some really weird ones in there as per usual, including angina and herpes. One that interested me though is that my eyes may change colour over time. Naturally this will invalidate my passport and any other documentation that refers to my appearance for identity purposes.
Whoda thunk such a tiny drop could be so much fun?