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May. 24th, 2012
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May. 24th, 2012 03:34 pmMy exciting afternoon has so far consisted of getting the appraisal details for the stolen jewellery, getting the replacement camera (I just need to buy a memory chip and I have half my mobile office back) and having my eyes checked.
There's good news and more tests. The good news is that my retina is positively lovely. From that point of view, my vision is safe. The specialist is, however, not certain that the veinous occlusion (or was it irruption - I keep hearing different terms - anyway, it was half the problem that caused so much eye worry a few years ago) isn't bleeding (in which case I'll require laser surgery) and so I'm scheduled to become radioactive on Monday. Apparently I'm the first person ever to be positively enthusiastic at the thought of radioactivity in the vicinity of eye clinic staff. This is because I've had it before and (even if I end up nauseous) I get to see the world through pink. Fifteen minutes in a rose coloured universe is not to be sneezed at.
I took a quick look at the laser room on the way out, just to reassure myself. It isn't that bad. If I need the surgery (and I may not) then it's not something I ought to be scared about. I can work up fear, if it will make other people content, however. I'm very generous that way.
There's good news and more tests. The good news is that my retina is positively lovely. From that point of view, my vision is safe. The specialist is, however, not certain that the veinous occlusion (or was it irruption - I keep hearing different terms - anyway, it was half the problem that caused so much eye worry a few years ago) isn't bleeding (in which case I'll require laser surgery) and so I'm scheduled to become radioactive on Monday. Apparently I'm the first person ever to be positively enthusiastic at the thought of radioactivity in the vicinity of eye clinic staff. This is because I've had it before and (even if I end up nauseous) I get to see the world through pink. Fifteen minutes in a rose coloured universe is not to be sneezed at.
I took a quick look at the laser room on the way out, just to reassure myself. It isn't that bad. If I need the surgery (and I may not) then it's not something I ought to be scared about. I can work up fear, if it will make other people content, however. I'm very generous that way.