As I mentioned yesterday, I’ve got an eye infection called Iritis, which is an inflammatory thing going on in the iris. I’ve had it many times before. It comes back a couple of times every year, and, although it could be serious if it was left untreated (the iris could fuse together with the lens and eventually you’d be blind. Blind, I say! Blind!), it’s never too bad. It usually just involves going to see a specialist, getting eye drops, using them, and everything clears up.
I’ve been seeing the same doctor for four years now, and even though the practice is quite a trek for me, I quite like going there, cos the doctor knows what’s wrong, she speaks English, and once upon a time, she farted whilst telling me what was wrong with my eye and didn’t miss a beat of her diagnosis.
I took this photograph yesterday morning of an old fella in the waiting room. I feel slightly guilty putting it online, but I like how he looks like he’s just heard a great joke. In fact, he seemed to be in great pain. There’s something important to say here, but I can’t quite figure it out.