I actually travelled (public transport!) into my work this week, as against labouring remotely from home. It was a genuine pleasure to catch up with many of my colleagues in person, and I was much abashed by their concern for my well being – “how’s the eye?”
Sadly, it was something of a one off for a particular meeting, I had rather hoped to be driving, but my good friends at the hospital have recently assured me that they received the replacement letter from the DVLA (for the one they “misplaced”).
“Yes Mr Wilson, It’s sitting on my desk as we speak”
(and has been for 6 weeks – while my consultant was out the country),
“I’ll send it off …today” – the dull thud you could hear was my head on the desk.
Meanwhile – unaware of this critical absence (really, sometimes having a world renown consultant can be just a pain….) – I had been trying vainly to call the DVLA scribes for any update.
“Press 1 for Medical investigations”
“Press 4 if you are being assessed for fitness to drive “
“Press 19 if you have an eye related issue”
“We regret we are too busy to respond to telephome enquiries at this time…” (there may be a slight paraphrasing involved)
“How’s the eye?” also deserves a bit more answer.
I could wake up tomorrow and my sight may be normal, but the odds on that are now slim indeed. Likely I’ll have this double vision the rest of my days.
The glasses assist, but they don’t fix.
Like a walking stick, they help me to proceed, but not to run, and still, sometimes after a long “walk” I can be fatigued and sore.
I offer this only by way of clarification, please save any sympathy;
I can still see, I can still read, it seems likely (that eventually) I can still drive, so I count myself “lucky” as always. Anyway what else would I complain about?
Well, there was the bus journey….
Next week on IaDL ; Maybe some pictures of the garden of lights, maybe some pictures of the freezing sleet.
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 