I’d an appointment with a consultant at Hairmyres hospital.
It was supposed to be at 3pm, but I got a phone call just after 9am to ask if I could come in a little earlier, like 11:15? I readily agreed because I was likely to get drops in my eyes as part of the test and they might blur my vision for an hour or more. Scamp had agreed to drive me home, but I knew she didn’t like driving at night. If I’d been called at 3pm, it was likely that it would be 5pm and dark by the time we were heading home. As it was, we were done and finished by about 12:30 and it was light outside.
I was taken quite quickly and went through the usual tests of scans of both eyes, vision tests with a fixed panel showing letters in decreasing sizes and my real ‘favourite’, the terrible machine with the constantly changing little white spots. The Visual Field Test. A terrifying machine that everyone except children, detest.
We had to wait through a televised football game while some old guy (older than me, that is!) droned on and on arguing with his wife, while we waited to go in to speak to the consultant.
Scamp reckons he wasn’t happy at having the Sunday morning shift, but I just thought he was always Mr Grumpy. He grunted his instructions and didn’t really want to speak to us, but did agree that my right eye was swollen before giving me two bottles one to be dripped twice a day into my eye and one to be dripped once a day. He told me he wanted to see me again after one or two weeks. That was the entire conversation, then we were ushered out and someone else took our place. I dripped both bottles when we got back to the car, just to make Mr Grumpy happy. Then Scamp drove us home with me doing navigator duty. It was good being driven for a change.
Back home and after lunch I went for a quick walk round St Mo’s and found a large plastic Santa sitting beside a waste bin. He made a good PoD.
Dinner was a pizza from M&S and it was so much better than the dodgy one we’d had during the week.
Spoke to Jamie later and heard that Simonne’s plane had been delayed going to Florida by two hours. I told him the story of my eye. I had already written to Hazy, telling her about it, so everyone now knew my tale of woe.
Finally managed to get some apps into the iPhone 15. It will be a long process, I think, but there’s light at the end of the tunnel now.
No plans for tomorrow … for now!