I visited the GP with an eye problem under the upper lid. A locum was in situ, a nice person though not entirely confidence boosting. “I am not an expert on eyes“, the doctor says.
Lying down on a couch to have my eye looked at was novel. And “could you look down at your feet?” I promise you, I tried. On my back flat out, trying to find my feet was a bit too acrobatic for my eyes. “It might help if I sat or stood up“, I suggested…….”No I want you lying down” said the doctor.
“Hm. Would you hold the torch and shine it in your eyes while I try something else. ” Requested the GP. I dutifully did as asked. I felt the lid being lifted; I screeched with pain and strained away, doctor jumped back, ….”that hurt did it, so sorry.”
No surprise I yelled, I saw that the doctor had been trying to poke around in my eye with a wooden throat spatula!! 8|
Should I make a quick exit….”I’m just going to put some drops in your eye….oops, sorry” as the orange fluid covered the whole socket and cavity. The locum GP made a call to the hospital, for an eye specialist to see me as soon as possible.
An hour and a half later, I am still in surgery reception – staff awfully sympathetic – waiting for feedback from the doctor, hospital, and a possible prescription, I decided to leave and wait in the comfort of my own home.
Today, the eye specialist says I have an abrasion on my cornea. No damn wonder.