The weirdest thing is that there are no symptoms so I feel a bit like one of those actors hired to help train doctors. This time I had to use my yoga breathing to help me stop blinking. First he numbs the eyes with drops. Then, holding my eye open by the eyelashes, he advances with a very bright light right up until it touches the eyeball. Not easy. The blink reflex is very strong but the doctors have got no time for any of that nonsense. A bit more of the anesthetising drops wouldn't go amiss but they seem to be rationing the stuff. At last I stumble out, dabbing yellow fluid from my eyes, looking and feeling not so very different from the old ladies in wheelchairs on a day out from the care home. The things that hit you when you turn 50.
I'm so tired today. I was awake half the night checking the time, scared I would sleep in for the guests' breakfast. Plus my son, Special Boy, was having a disturbed sleep because someone had told him to have a look at "Saw" movie clips on YouTube. I've never seen this film but apparently there are several of them and I get an idea of the content from the title. He told me something about a bear trap and a key stitched into someone's eye (enough with the eyes!). So that was nice bedtime viewing for him.
Lack of sleep has turned me into a bit of a horror story myself. I'm trying not to be disheartened with the Revitalift trial. It's early days...
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