"I'm not going!" said Keith. "Yes you are," I said. That's why I made our appointments for the same morning.
"Well I'm not having the puffy thing," said Keith.
"That's between you and the optician," I said.
And so it was. The optician tried but Keith is unable to keep his eyes open for the requisite time, so it was stalemate.
However, he did pass the field test - with flying colours.
"That's good. I can see a field!" he said.
The optician looked rather nonplussed and retired hurriedly to the sanctuary of his room.
This afternoon, I received a call from the surgery with an invitation from my GP to come in and discuss the results of my ultrasound.
9 comments:
I'm with Keith - I hate the puffy thing. And I'm not keen on the glaucoma test either.
"Puffy thing"? You mean - as in "puff"? Having met Keith, I didn't realise he was that way inclined. Ah well, it takes all sorts.
I don't know what the 'Puffy Thing' is either. I do occasionally go to have my eyes poked because of my light Diabetes; they squeeze stinging drops into my eyes. Charming, I'm not going again.
Me neither, SP but he has to be a big brave boy! ;)
Oddly enough, YP, no I don't mean as in 'puff' ;)
The puffy thing is the machine that blows air into your eyes to measure the intra-ocular pressure. I have those drops when I go to the hospital because I have highish pressure - it's HORRIBLE!
I have had regular eye tests for most of my life and the 'puffer' is the one thing that I've never got used to! Flighty xx
Compared with the dreaded drops, it's a breeze, Flighty! ;)
I'm happy to take your word on that! Flighty xx
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