Illness

Earlier this month, I had the pleasure of spending around five hours in a terminally hot Hospital in London. Packed to the brim, there wasn't really anywhere to sit down, let alone in any sort of comfort. Still, the air conditioning worked, if you were close enough to it. What was the outcome of this expedition to Moorfields you may ask? Well long story short, with a brief mention of ultrasound scanning of my eyes, it turns out I need a scan to find out why exactly one eye is tilting a way it shouldn't be. Yes, that does have the implication you think it does. I can't pretend I didn't have a few hours where I worried a bit, but I've had so many MRI scans, or other scares in the past that I feel surprisingly pretty relaxed about this. I'm finding it more stressful to sort out the damned appointment than any prospective results.

On a side note, that hospital was featured in the day of the triffids 60's film adaptation.