The Eyes have It

I have a thing about eyeballs.
I have a thing about needles.
There are scenes in Pitch Black and Minority Report where needles meet eyeballs.
Is it any wonder then that today I was extremely nervous for my eye appointment as I believed I was going to have an injection in my eye, and I was afraid.
eyesMy appointment was at 10.15 so I went to the earliest SW meeting on the way just in case I was a wreck later.
We arrived at the hospital at 9.30, found a floor plan to work out where we had to go, and started to follow the signs.
Unfortunately, signage for our department came to an abrupt halt, so we had to ask someone. A very nice lady told us we were in the wrong building and redirected us out along the road running parallel to the corridors we had just walked through.

On reaching the correct place, I approached reception.
Someone didn’t take their Happy Pill this morning, and an elderly couple in front of me were saying they’d gone full circle and were back where they started.
The receptionist looked up scathingly and said in a very resigned ‘can’t you do anything right?’ kind of voice
‘You go to the end and turn left. Then you turn right and go up the stairs. The department is immediately in front of you.’
Just a little note here, the lady was on sticks.

The other receptionist booked me in giving me the same instructions in a much more pleasant manner, so when we passed this couple as we headed for the lift which was round the next corner (Hubby was on sticks too), we invited them to join us.

The woman sitting at the desk in our department was obviously related to Ms Geniality downstairs, being very abrupt when dealing with the elderly couple and tried it on with us. We defused her by asking how her day was, and at least got a smile. It was fleeting.

I was called for a vision assessment at 10am, managed to read four rows up from the bottom with my right eye and five rows up with my left, then given a questionnaire to fill out and return to reception.
Daft questions because I hadn’t seen my consultant yet, but I could comment on how clean the place was.  I put a load of Can’t Say in the relevant places (like 90%).
I handed in my pencil and paper like a good little soldier, and went back to my seat.

The lady opposite me saw me looking at my watch. We were worried about Maggie as she was in the car and time was pressing on. Her appointment was at 10.30 but she was called in before me so I went up to reception to check they hadn’t forgotten me.
‘You’ll have to ask the nursing staff, I’m just the receptionist here.’
Obviously a ton of happy pills would not improve her mood and I bristled.

I eventually found two members of staff conversing and asked them.
My file was sitting in front of them, and inside were three lots of drops to be administered. The female nurse said she’d take me through immediately, and I got the impression I had indeed been put on the back burner. This did not improve my mood much but the nurse was extremely nice and whereas I have a thing about eyeballs, hers is feet and she said anyone get close to hers and she’d more than likely kick them to death.
feetI had anaesthetic drops put in first so that she could test for pressure. I didn’t feel a thing and didn’t freak out either. After that, it was two more sets of drops for dilation, then sit in the corridor and wait for a scan.
I didn’t have to wait long, and the scan was similar to those for my diabetes screening but more advanced. The images were clicked through to the consultant I was due to see and it was back outside on the corridor conveyor belt as I moved up a chair.
In less than two minutes I was called in to meet two specialists, both of whom checked my eyes with the machine.

Exceedingly good news is that everything is fine.
My diabetes is well under control, the retinas are OK, and the slight distortion I have could be due to the beginnings of a cataract or just the ‘jelly’ joining the retina is a little thicker in my left eye compared to my right. As a precaution, they will call me for another appointment in six to eight months following my normal diabetes eye screening in November.
No treatment is required, so no needles!

The drops made everything so bright I kept my head down when we came out, and when we got home, I went to bed for an hour to give my eyes time to refocus.
Wish I’d brought the questionnaire home with me, I could certainly have added a few comments now.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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4 Responses to The Eyes have It

  1. Woo hoo – no needles! I swear if someone attempted to put a needle in my eye I would probably have some kind of breakdown. Terrifying!

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