For, fairly obvious reasons, I have become very sensitive to any further suggestion of trouble with my eyesight.
Even the thought of any incident with my good eye fills me with dread, and frankly I’m not particularly excited about the possibility of a (third) detachment in my bad eye either.
Happily neither of these are particulaly likely, the condition does not predispose me to further trauma – although I will have to forego that later life kick-boxing career…..
None the less I was – shall we say – “startled” some weeks ago while sweeping up in our kitchen, which has a checkerboard lino floor that gets swept every 2 hours or so.
Amid my nonchalant and unfocussed brushing, I suddendly realised that a prominant black spot was following my gaze over the floor! There was a brief flood of panic, until I correctly identified it, as an aberrant escaping blueberry.
More recently, I awoke with a conspiciously bleary and irritated (bad) eye (more than usual). I bore with it till lunchtime before “bettter safe than sorry” drove me back to the opticians, just in case (proving I can actually take my own advice).
Given the potential reasoning for my visit (has my retina detatched – again?) there was a very comprehensive pre -examination of everything else (staff on auto pilot? or auto prep), before I actually got to sit with the man looking through the telescope torch thing.
“Have you been gardening or something Mr Wilson?”
Indeed, I had.
“I’m afraid you’ve scratched your cornea….”
“Hooray !”
“Perhaps three days of mild irritation…”
I don’t think he could understand why I found his Bad News so welcome, but it’s just another odd twist when you live a Dog’s Life!
(I also don’t think he’d read my notes beforehand).
Next week On IaDL ; more nightshift (at least it’s out of the sun!)
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 