What a bummer, to put it politely! I had better take you back to the beginning.. zoom.. back we go.
On Wednesday she had, as you know, a treatment with Valerie Ann Worwood. Valerie oiled up her hands and started work on her feet, she was lying on a heated massage bed, my dears, the bliss!
But what was this she heard? Valerie saying "when did you last have your eyes checked, your pressure is high".. she was ashamed to say that she could not remember when she last saw Margaret, her optician who owns and runs EYE Opticians in Mare Street, Hackney.
"Make an appointment as soon as possible and get them checked out" said Valerie and went on with her work. An hour and a half later, she had been very thoroughly worked over and was left to get dressed. She paid and Valerie said "let me know the results of the MRI and go to your opticians", she said she would and left the salon.
That was Wednesday, Thursday came and went, she left a message on the opticians telephone and received a call from Margaret. She told her what had happened and Margaret said "come and see me next Thursday at 3pm, BUT in the meanwhile, if you have any discomfort or pain, go immediately to the 24 hour A&E department at Moorfields Eye Hospital".
She noted her opticians appointment in the diary and that finished Thursday. Yesterday was dreadful.. what a windy and cold day, she left me behind and ventured forth to Streatham Hill and Singing with Dementia. Then she dropped Susan at home, gave her the camisole top and new knickers that she had brought for her and came home, feeling quite unusually tired.
Early bed after supper, her eyes ached, but she thought it was her imagination or the wind. She got up early but they were, if anything, more sore. The left eye felt as if it was being squeezed not so gently, she remembered Margaret's words, finished feeding me my egg and seeds, got dressed and sloped off down underground to Old Street via the Piccadilly and the Northern Lines.
You follow the Green line out of the station.. all the way to Moorfields A & E dept. Not too busy, a pleasant woman gave her a form to fill in, luckily, she had taken her the NHS letter giving all her surgery details and her NHS number.
She was seen by a nurse, to whom she described the problem, he passed her onto another nurse who examined both eyes under sedation. "You need to see the doctor as your pressure is too high, you should be between 12 and 21 and you are registering 26 and 28", she found another chair, luckily someone had left their paper, so she sat and read the Guardian until she was called for by a doctor.
There followed a much longer and more detailed examination, the result of which was him saying.. "I'm sorry to say that you are showing significant damage to the optic nerve and you have advanced open angled Glaucoma, I am putting you forward into our surgical clinic to be seen as soon as possible and until you see the specialist, I want you to put in one drop per night into each eye of this prescription that I am giving you. I will be writing to your GP today and please take the blue sheet of this prescription into their surgery this week. I am so sorry to tell you this not happy news but we've got you now and we'll take care of you".. nice kind man.
So there we are.. she came home.. and called Valerie to leave a message on her ansaphone about how right she was that she had picked up on 'high' eye pressure and then spoke to Margaret, her optician, to tell her what had transpired. OI VEY.. as they say!
Onwards, mes amis, onwards..
GeeGee Parrot.
May 9th, 2015.
Postscript.. She has just rung her two sisters in law to ask them to tell the 'children' to have yearly Glaucoma tests.. it's hereditary.
On Wednesday she had, as you know, a treatment with Valerie Ann Worwood. Valerie oiled up her hands and started work on her feet, she was lying on a heated massage bed, my dears, the bliss!
But what was this she heard? Valerie saying "when did you last have your eyes checked, your pressure is high".. she was ashamed to say that she could not remember when she last saw Margaret, her optician who owns and runs EYE Opticians in Mare Street, Hackney.
"Make an appointment as soon as possible and get them checked out" said Valerie and went on with her work. An hour and a half later, she had been very thoroughly worked over and was left to get dressed. She paid and Valerie said "let me know the results of the MRI and go to your opticians", she said she would and left the salon.
That was Wednesday, Thursday came and went, she left a message on the opticians telephone and received a call from Margaret. She told her what had happened and Margaret said "come and see me next Thursday at 3pm, BUT in the meanwhile, if you have any discomfort or pain, go immediately to the 24 hour A&E department at Moorfields Eye Hospital".
She noted her opticians appointment in the diary and that finished Thursday. Yesterday was dreadful.. what a windy and cold day, she left me behind and ventured forth to Streatham Hill and Singing with Dementia. Then she dropped Susan at home, gave her the camisole top and new knickers that she had brought for her and came home, feeling quite unusually tired.
Early bed after supper, her eyes ached, but she thought it was her imagination or the wind. She got up early but they were, if anything, more sore. The left eye felt as if it was being squeezed not so gently, she remembered Margaret's words, finished feeding me my egg and seeds, got dressed and sloped off down underground to Old Street via the Piccadilly and the Northern Lines.
You follow the Green line out of the station.. all the way to Moorfields A & E dept. Not too busy, a pleasant woman gave her a form to fill in, luckily, she had taken her the NHS letter giving all her surgery details and her NHS number.
She was seen by a nurse, to whom she described the problem, he passed her onto another nurse who examined both eyes under sedation. "You need to see the doctor as your pressure is too high, you should be between 12 and 21 and you are registering 26 and 28", she found another chair, luckily someone had left their paper, so she sat and read the Guardian until she was called for by a doctor.
There followed a much longer and more detailed examination, the result of which was him saying.. "I'm sorry to say that you are showing significant damage to the optic nerve and you have advanced open angled Glaucoma, I am putting you forward into our surgical clinic to be seen as soon as possible and until you see the specialist, I want you to put in one drop per night into each eye of this prescription that I am giving you. I will be writing to your GP today and please take the blue sheet of this prescription into their surgery this week. I am so sorry to tell you this not happy news but we've got you now and we'll take care of you".. nice kind man.
So there we are.. she came home.. and called Valerie to leave a message on her ansaphone about how right she was that she had picked up on 'high' eye pressure and then spoke to Margaret, her optician, to tell her what had transpired. OI VEY.. as they say!
Onwards, mes amis, onwards..
GeeGee Parrot.
May 9th, 2015.
Postscript.. She has just rung her two sisters in law to ask them to tell the 'children' to have yearly Glaucoma tests.. it's hereditary.
No comments:
Post a Comment