This week’s offering has taken a bit of thought and consideration.
For a long, long time it seemed as if there was nothing to write about. Exciting events which you can read about over the last few posts are well and truly behind me and the everyday routine has once again settled over the Rankin household. The normal. The ho-hum humdrum of ‘normal’ existence that leaves me bereft of subject matter.
So, it’s probably a good thing my age and disease riddled body is letting me down again.
Lazy Eyes
That’s just a little bit over-dramatic, I’ll grant you. Nothing dramatic has occurred. There’s been no slips, no falls, and, to the best of my knowledge, no major parts of me have fallen off.
No, the appointment that I made earlier today was not at A&E, nor was it with the MS specialist. It was with a local optician.
It’s been some time, you see (no pun intended) since my last eye test — a number of years, if I’m honest. Partly this was due to other things taking priority, partly it was because of my amazing ability to put things off, forget about them completely, and then repeat the cycle ad nauseum, and partly it was because my eyesight remained good enough that it, well it could wait (see above re: ad nauseum).
I Strain
Of late, however, this has changed. Distance vision still seems to be functioning pretty well, but close up , it’s a different matter. It’s why I’ve not finished the book I started on holiday. It’s why my writing has been limited to my blog rather than working on one of the four separate projects I've at least made a start on. It’s why I’m tilting my head back like mad to get more of the screen under the strongest bit of the varifocal lenses as I type.
Not something that can continue.
And so, just before lunch today, both myself and my superscrumdddlyumptious wife, Tina, booked ourselves in for an eye exam
Buy Focals
It’s going to cost, especially in the case of my varifocals. Something we could maybe have done without so soon after major expenditures and just before Tina’s birthday and the upcoming spectre of the Xmas silly season. I would, however, class it as a necessary evil. It’s something that would need to be done, sooner or later, and, for the sake of my fellow motorists, if nothing else, sooner is probably better.
Of course, my vision was one the things that drove me to hospital to get my diagnosis of MS some eight years ago. Optic Neuritis was the term, A swelling of the optic nerve that can lead to blind spots, blurred or double vision, or, in my case visual displacement (things seemed closer and further to the left than they really were).
Same Old
This is not that, however. I have been discharged from the eye clinic with a report of total remission of the condition. The swelling is no more and the body has performed its wonderful trick of healing itself. No this, despite my mind’s presentation of the idea, has nothing to do with Multiple Sclerosis. I guess I’m just getting old.
And so, I shall attend next Thursday’s appointment fully expecting a brand new prescription and a hefty bill. I would imagine something similar may be in store for Tina, too.
But we’ll see.
Until next time!
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Hey, there! If you enjoyed reading any of the above, why not take a look at some of my published work? Below you’ll find links to a number of short stories I’m lucky enough to have included in anthologies. I’d love to know what you think.
New Tales Of Old
Death Ship
Pestilence: Drabbles 1
Reaperman: Drabbles 3
The Musketeers Vs Cthulhu
Eldritch Investigations
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