I was up at the crack of dawn this morning.
And please don’t make any jokes about Dawn being a slapper – she’s tired of that old joke.
Anyhows, I had an appointment with the
optalm opthalmgolist ophthalmolologist eye doctor as a follow up to a previous visit.
The best thing I can say about the clinic is that it’s the Beacon but isn’t in the Beacon which you would understand if you knew how mesmerising and complex that place is. Because it’s not in the Beacon I get free and very easy parking and the ability to get lost in an office/apartment complex instead of a hospital/hotel complex.
The worst thing is… well there are a couple, but particularly annoying is their habit of putting me in a corridor staring at a blank wall opposite while I wait for my turn
I had to wait quite a while before being tested. They got me to read of the old chart [no problem, right down to the small print]. They poked me in the eyeballs a few times, repeatedly shone extremely bright lights in my eyes and then told me to wait in the fucking corridor again.
After a while another girl called me into her little cubicle [they all have tiny windowless rooms] and repeatedly photographed the inside of my eyeballs. I was then told to sit in the fucking corridor again.
Eventually the first girl called me into her box and shone more lights at me. She then moved over to a bank of monitors [I gather she was the Head Honcho] and started muttering.
Apparently I don’t have Macular Degeneration which is a happy thought.
Apparently I do have Glaucoma which isn’t so happy.
She wanted to send me in for an MRI scan but frankly I had had enough at that stage and went home.
So I may lose my sight at some point in the future. Tomorrow? Next year? Twenty years? Who knows. Maybe never. I’d miss reading but there’s always audio books. I wouldn’t miss television at all. Driving won’t be too bad as I know where all the controls are by feel now.
Scribbling here will be a pain in the arse though as I would have to rely on speech recognition.
That should be fun?