Well, that’s that over for a year. Ever since optometrists started routinely
measuring intra-ocular pressure, my readings have been at the high end of
normal. The NHS adjusted the thresholds
downwards a year or so ago, so the first time I got an old geezer’s free eye
examination (which I was already paying for under the insurance scheme – but that’s
another story…), the optometrist referred me.
The NHS being what it is these days, the good news is that I got the
choice of going to hospital and sitting around amid scores of sick people
waiting to be seen, or seeing, for example, the optometrist at the shop I used
to go to till the previous incumbent retired.
Thus I’m seen as soon as I arrive (early) and am out inside half an
hour. The intervals between examinations
have stretched from the initial three months to twelve, and this time, since
pressure and field results were better than last time, I didn’t have to have
those horrible belladonna-based drops that send my irises running for
cover. What a fuss I make! But then, I am a bloke, after all.
It is raining vigorously. The fellow across the road seems to be
building a boat in the garden, and his wife is rounding up animals in
pairs. Our visiting ducks seem happy to
have a greater area and depth of pond to play in, and continue to eat us out of
house and home. But the grass will be
knee-deep before I can get out there and cut it without sinking into the swamp.
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