Signing off

My much-delayed appointment at the eye hospital was today. ramtops and I drove in, and I had a read-the-letters-on-the-card test (there’s presumably an official name for that, but I can’t be arsed to goole for it), a field test and a chat with a brace of doctors. This was the first visit where we’ve had to wait any significant time - 15 minutes late to start, and with long delays between the three phases - but I’m more surprised there haven’t been problems before (other than the communication problem with BRI proper last June).

It seems that the field test confirmed what I had perceived; my right eyesight is a fair bit better. The improvement has been so gradual, I’ve not been sure (and it’s still not good enough for me to be able to read usefully with that eye), but it is there. Which is good.

I confirmed once more that I don’t want a lumbar puncture, and I don’t need to go back to the hospital now unless anything further goes wrong with my body: as the chap said, chances are that if I do have MS and get another episode, it’ll be something other than optic neuritis, and I’ll end up at Frenchay not the eye hospital anyhow.

We took advantage of being in town - the second half of the day was going to be a washout in any case - by splashing out on bathing products, spiced tea, underpants for me, a top for ramtops, Cornish pasties for both of us, four DVDs and two books (Making Money, the new Pratchett, and triciasullivan‘s Double Vision). So the trip wasn’t entirely wasted :)