A big problem, that is. I went for my appointment at the eye clinic this morning, and the news wasn't good. It seems my optician was right in the summer when he discovered my "Fuch's syndrome" and predicted it would make the treatment of my cataracts much more difficult. Fuch's is a degeneration of the endothelium, or inner lining of the cornea,and repairing a cataract in the normal way can indeed accelerate this degeneration, leading in the worst cases, to blindness. Great. My ophthalmologist, knowing his limitations, will now refer me to a corneal specialist who will make a pronouncement on how best to proceed.
In the meantime, I was given an advance notice of how it's going to be as I walked home from the clinic. Pupil-dilating drops were instilled in order to facilitate full scrutiny of my inner eye, and these cause a blurring of vision for the next 6 hours. My visions of having to tap my way along swishing a white cane may be slighty premature. Slightly...
On the back front, a very uncomfortable night was followed by a nightmare when trying to get out of bed. The 2 mile walk home from the hospital has loosened it up a little, and I have now put myself on a 4 hourly 1G paracetamol dose which I shall probably maintain throughout our sojourn in Milan, which begins tomorrow. We have secured business class seats, which also entitles us to the executive lounge, where we shall pig out on free booze and canapes before boarding the plane. That at least I am quite looking forward to.
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