Hastings Battleaxe is feeling a bit sorry for herself….

This is going to be a really quick update because am supposed to be having a break from using my PC. Have had eye problems. Spent yesterday at the Bexhill Hospital eye clinic and the Conquest Hospital. What a great way to spend Valentine’s Day. How lucky I am to have Philosopher. Weather has been vile – wet and misty, but there has been the occasional patch of sun to enjoy. Here is the Country Park…

Yes. An inflammatory eye condition.  Lots of redness and pain in left eye. Started by going to the GP – he gave me antibiotics and sent me to optician, who said I needed to see an eye specialist who could prescribe steroid drops. My vision is not affected, but have to rest eyes. No writing… Bless him, he got me an appointment at Bexhill for yesterday – Battleaxe would 100% recommened Perri from Boots.

Did a whole load of tests at Bexhill – took all morning, and then said they feared wider inflammatory condition and I needed to go to the Conquest for further tests etc. Eye doctor assured me I wouldn’t have to wait when I got there – in her dreams. Fortunately A & E was not as bad as it is frequently written up to be – no fighting drunks or people lying on the floor, but it was midday of course… I had to move seats three times  however. First, sat opposite a poor man who kept vomiting into a bowl… moved away from him, but ended up near a truly, horrendously smelly old man. Moved away, but OM had his obs done and then came and sat by me again! So off I go once more, to join a jolly group of people who had also moved seats.  Ah, the camarararie of A & E! Eventually had blood tests done and was told I’d have to wait two hours for results… Philosopher then came and waited with me, bringing me a sandwich bless him. Saw doctor after 3 hours… my bloods were all clear but I have to wait 6 days for results of a vasculitis test, which does not sound great.  They don’t think I have it but have to be sure. Was sent home with a bundle of steroid eye drops and medication. We were supposed to be going out for romantic Valentine’s meal à deux, but was feeling an absloute nervous wreck.

Apparently I have to ‘see my GP’ for results of that test. In their dreams. Our surgery (now the Hill Surgery, was Harold Road) is probably one of the worst in Hastings, and that is saying someting. It would be easier to get an audience with the Pope than getting to see a doctor face-to-face. Last week, sssh, I lied a bit – told them I needed to see a doctor because I had chest pains – had strained my ribs but never mind, it spurred them into almost immediate action. Enough now. Here are a few snowdrops in the garden – maybe spring is on the way.