Here we go again.
I have to head off in an hour or so for another hospital visit.
This time it’s an eye thing where they will take great delight in blinding me with bright lights, dilating my pupils so everything is too bright and the ultimate – poking things into my eyeballs. If the nuisance of this trip isn’t enough, they’re going to make another appointment for another trip in the next few days to see the specialist who will tell me that all the tests show I’m fine.
Actually I’m not fine. My sight has changed a bit over time and I need new spectacle lenses but I have put off making an appointment with that lot until the current madness subsides somewhat. This afternoon’s mob are only interested in one thing and that’s whether my eyeballs are going to explode. They couldn’t give a shit about whether I can see clearly through said eyeballs, just so long as they can charge me for their time. Maybe I should charge them for my time?
To be honest it wouldn’t surprise me if things aren’t fine today. I am supposed to put drops into my eyes every night [and they can suddenly sting sometimes which isn’t funny] and for a while I forgot. When I have to take eight tablets and capsules every morning, another eight [or sometimes ten] tablets and capsules at night and then spray stuff up my nostrils morning and night followed by ramming q-tips covered in ointment up each nostril morning and night, it’s very easy to overlook sticking eyedrops into each eye every night.
Oh the joys of growing old…