December 9, 2008
Ach, mein Augen.
Today was my umpteenth visit to the Ophthalmology department at Liverpool Royal University Hospital. And of course, as per usual, I waited a stupid length of time (due to their new, ‘more efficient’ appointment system, apparently) only to be told “well your eye looks no better but if it’s not sore then, uh, try these drops”. I’m used to this.
Scleritis, episcleritis, the mange; whatever it is that is afflicting me so is a bit of a bugger to shift. Hopefully this latest course of steroid eye drops will fix it and won’t land me with an acute angle-closure glaucoma (apparently a rare side-effect of such drops). I think my right eye just hates me, to be honest.
(by the way, to whoever actually reads this - probably nobody - I’ve almost finished my pointless diatribe about XTC’s “Oranges and Lemons”, which should be fun to pick apart if nothing else)