After yesterday’s squeamish event, today started in a similar vein (vein – blood – feeling feint).
A chap came in with a patch over his eye and promptly explained the operation in glorious technicolour.
How they gave him eye drops as a local anaesthetic then gave him big injections in either side of the eye and took it out to check it was ready for performing surgery on.
I feel funny all over writing about it now.
The good bit was that as his sight is coming back the brightness in the colour from his ‘new’ eye is a great improvement on his other eye.
He is going to get the other eye done in a month or so, hopefully he will come in while I am at lunch.
Another expression was quoted by someone chatting in the shop this morning.
‘Rough and Ready like a Rat-catchers dog’ – however I can’t find much information on this via Google.
A thought for the old man..
First you forget names,
Then you forget faces.
Then you forget to pull up your zipper….
it’s worse when
You forget to pull it down