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On Getting Stabbed In The Eye By A Doctor
All in a day’s work, he said
In case anybody missed me yesterday (the milkman, rent collector, that sort of thing) I was missing in action.
Last month when looking at my screen I noticed a slight shade of grey in my vision, like maybe I had somehow got a smear of grease on the surface of my eye. As it is my only good eye, I have to be careful.
I mentioned it to my lovely wife and she immediately made an appointment for me with my eye specialist at Narita Hospital. It turned out that my eye had had an age-related event and was haemorrhaging blood. The remedy didn’t exactly fill my heart with joyful eagerness.
To save my eye, the surgeon would have to inject some sort of medication directly into my eye. Yes, I effectively got stabbed in the eye. Uhg. Yesterday was the second of three, monthly stabs, and it does not get any easier with familiarity.
After the eye had an anaesthetic eye drop or two introduced to it, a plastic tube was used to force my eye to stay open. The next thing was my vision was awash with some sort of liquid and all I could see were yellowy, brownish strands. It was all over in less than five minutes. From that point on the rest of my day was a write-off.
