...the one eyed man is lynched

[perlmonger]

Three diagnoses in a week and a half; what’s next I wonder.

Since last reported, sight in my right eye has continued to deteriorate, to the extent that I can see virtually nothing through it directly and even what peripheral vision remains is much darkened. We ventured to SpecSavers in Nailsea this morning for both our due eye tests and, we hoped, some useful extra data on my problems.

The chap I saw there decided that I didn’t have vitreous detachment, but macular degeneration instead, and booked me back in the Bristol Eye Hospital straight away; ramtops drove me in as soon as she emerged from her own examination.

So. A repeat of the basic tests I had an hour earlier and a week ago, so they could fill in their tickboxes, and more pupil-expanding eyedrops. 2015 minutes later, I saw the doctor (he was waiting to clock off) and much more peerings into my ocular interiors, my third diagnosis: optic neuritis. I must say, I was a little disappointed that my macules aren’t degenerate after all.

Not that there’s anything that can be usefully done about any of the three conditions bar waiting for me to heal myself over time, but this last could possibly (20% chance apparently) be an MS symptom. So I’m being booked in for MRI as soon as a free slot appears - I’ve no idea at all what the waiting list for this is in Bristol. My immediate symptoms should, with luck, correct themselves over the next month or two.

Now I’m (again) waiting for my pupils to shrink back to a more functional size, before running the bar with ramtops at the local LD’s sausage’n’mash evening tonight.

Indeed do many things come to pass.