I had a hospital appointment this morning.
Just for a bit of variety, it was for my eyes, not the heart. When I say bits are falling off I ain’t kiddin’.
So I had my session with the ophthalmologist [same thing as an optician but they charge more] and she was delighted with my progress. Internal pressures remain well within limits so there is little chance of my eyeballs spontaneously exploding apparently.
It occurred to me though that I have had the new car for nearly four months now. I have covered more miles in it than I had driven last year or even the year before, but there is one startling fact – every single journey seems to involve a trip to a hospital. If I’m not going to a hospital then I am getting something in the chemist. The only exception that I can think of was a visit to the vet last August and that trip ended up with my having a heart attack.
Is the car jinxed? Does it have some compulsion with my health?
Oh for the open road!
And a journey that doesn’t involve medication.