I fondly believed that I had escaped eye injury, as described n the posting below, by the skin of my teeth, or, to be more accurate, the protection of my contact lens. Until, that was, I woke up yesterday and realised I was seeing double. Not fully double, just seeing everything with a half image below it, like a customised dropped shadow.
So I rang the opticians who said they were not qualified to sort this out, that it sounded like nerve damage, and the best people were the huge hospital in the next town.
The OH drove me after he had had his coffee because I couldn’t tell which were the cars and which were the half images of the cars.
So we got there at twelve thirty and waited.
And waited.
And did some waiting to practise waiting, which we got good at over the next six hours.
The bit where the staff all walked out in their outdoor clothes, shouting a cheery goodbye to each other, was a bit alarming.
But finally, nearly last person in the building, I got to a doctor, who put drops in my eye.
I sat in a corridor and did waiting (which I was absolutely expert at by then.)
Then he looked in my eye at the back of it.
I have muscle damage and it may get better on its own over the next few weeks.
So I have not got off Scot free, but I am lucky, blessed and grateful, do not have a detached retina or visible damage to the internal structure of the eye and was reassured that it was right to get it checked out, the doctor would have done the same.
As Kylie Minogue once remarked: Lucky. Lucky. Lucky.
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