The eyes have it!

Today was optician day.

"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.

Oh joy!

Gallstones 'R Us!

"I can see some lovely stones here," exclaimed the very nice lady doing my ultrasound on Tuesday evening.

Why is it that health professionals display such undisguised delight in giving you such news? It's a bit like the weather forecasters on TV who announce, with a broad grin, that we can expect torrential rain or six feet of snow. 

Oh well, looks like I shall be getting another 'zip.'

And I'll probably start listing to the right when I walk. After all, I've already lost an ovary on that side, so after losing my gall bladder, there will be quite a big hole in there on my right side. 

Keith offered to do the operation for me at home as he thinks he has all the requisite tools. I think perhaps the mention of keyhole surgery set him off on that train of thought.

Amazingly, I declined.