Well, that’s that then.
I have attended the last appointment in a long string of appointments that disappear over the horizon behind me.
Most of them have been with the opticians or the ophthalmologists but there were a couple of others thrown in for good luck. Today was just a quickie – to collect my latest spectacles with latest lenses. They’re actually very similar to my last lot but what the hell. At least I can see what I’m typing now without squinting.
My next appointment isn’t until December so I can enjoy the summer in peace. Normally it would be in three months time but they are so happy with my progress and with my assurances that I am applying eye-drops every night that they said the end of the year was fine. They ascribed my recovery as a living testament to their eye-drops. I didn’t bother telling them I was lying – I haven’t used the drops in months as they sting like fuck.
One of the really big things I love about retirement is the lack of any rigid routine. I have come to dislike appointments of any kind as they are an intrusion into my carefree and sloppy regard for time or place. I don’t mind meeting people in the coffee shop [if I still have a coffee shop to meet in] but anything that requires an entry in my calendar is an intrusion into a life of spontaneity and lack of purpose.
So with my last appointment behind me I celebrated by playing one of my favourite games on the way home – Speed Limits.
Speed Limits is a great game. It should only be played on narrow country roads with loads of humps and bends. It’s a very simple game – just see how far you can drive without dropping below the speed limit. Major bonus points if you can make it to the next change in limit without hitting anyone or crashing. Great craic. It requires a good nerve, rapid reflexes, tyres that aren’t too bald and good eyesight.
At least I have the eyesight bit now.