243: I’m Psychic

Last week I suggested there might be trauma in store for me this week, after I complained that a lack of it led to a boring life.

Roll on Tuesday and I was at the vet’s. 

Vets prod, poke and do disgusting things to animals.

I have a problem called ‘dry eye’.  I take medication (in the form of eye drops and eye cream) daily - not a pleasant experience.The vet checks my eyes every three months to see if the medication is working.

It is!

The check is awful though,.  The vey puts a strip of paper( like litmus paper) into my eye, sticking it down my lower lid.  I have to endure it staying there for 1 minute - to see what level of tears I can produce.

This week my eye (for it is only one eye that is involved) showed some improvement - though tears produced are far below those of my ‘good’ eye.  So, though the medication is doing the job it is supposed to do, it is likely that I will have to suffer this indignity for the rest of my life - and my poor beans will remain poor because they have to fork out for the cost of this medication.

So, I can predict trauma but I can’t repair my own eye.

Then TOWTSH (John) went away - only for one night but I didn’t know that at the time.  As ever, I was bereft.  I miss him when he’s not there.  He is my rock, my anchor in this strange world.  He should not be allowed to go away.  How can I get a restraining order?

So, this week has been exciting and full of incident - but not enjoyable.

Like my collar size, can next week be ‘medium’, please?