I have been blindsided.
I use the expression advisedly.
I mentioned last Friday that I had an appointment with the
opthelomo opotho oththamoloj eye specialist. But it turned out to be just another one of those eye test thingies they have been doing to me for the last year or two.
Today I had an appointment with the head honcho who gave me a load more tests. I didn’t mind because she was young and good looking and I actually didn’t mind getting up at the crack of dawn to see her.
She was very chatty and forthcoming and we talked at length about my previous tests and she showed me lovely diagrams and charts showing things like my peripheral vision and graphs of my pressures. She said she was quite impressed with my peripheral thing [for my age] and declared that apart from the very first visit when my pressure had been through the roof, that my pressure had not only stabilised perfectly but now now actually on the low side.
“That’s good then” says I. “It means there is less danger of cataracts?”
“Ah no” says she. “You already have cataracts but they’re not too serious…. yet.”
Fuck me but I wasn’t expecting that. She said it explained why my vision was a little bit fuzzy and there was a possibility that any new lenses wouldn’t work so well. Damn blast, bother, knickers and spit!
At some stage apparently I will have to subject myself to operations on my eyeballs which somehow makes me feel a bit squeamish. I don’t mind needles or blood or any of that stuff but there are two parts of me I would prefer to be left to their own devices – my teeth and my eyeballs. Herself says not to worry as she had one eye done and she said the stuff they inject you with gives a great high. She is sightly envious.
So my future is a little hazy at the moment.