My fears about my eyes which I reported to you a couple of days ago have been confirmed. The optician peered at my poor old Meat Pies for a few hours through various scary looking instruments largely dating back to the days of the Lanarkshire Witch Trials, and then told me that my right eye was "badly damaged". This turned out to be more than the ususal statement of the bleeding obvious which gloating eye specialists tell me with glee whenever I see them. On this occasion it turns out that one of my contact lenses has been damaged and has been scoring my cornea. This, my optician informs me is "A Bad Thing". He then muttered something about "ulcers" and "excruciating pain".
I have been told to wear glasses until further notice. This does not please me. This is partly vanity, and partly because I do not like having to go about my daily life with two vintage coke bottles strapped to my face whilst passersby chant "Speccy speccy freakboy".
I am off to lie in my room in the huff for a week.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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