Self-diagnosis spot-on!

Yes, I should have been a doctor.  Just imagine the sheer amount of disease, death and destruction that would run rampant in the world if only I'd entered the profession.

Leaving which aside, I do indeed, as I thought,  have a cataract in my right eye.  The next step, given I've been referred directly to the hospital since it's badly interfering with my vision (or doing it very effectively, depending on your definition of these things) is an appointment with the surgeon to determine the best way to deal with it, given I'm extremely short-sighted and it's not just a question of whipping the cataract out of one eye and shoving a new lens in.

And that appointment could take a while, given first of all they have to add you to the actual waiting list; and as they're extremely busy, they'll do their best to delay that for as long as they can.  In the meantime, painting is going to be a bit more difficult, and reading very difficult indeed.

As I may have mentioned before, ageing is just a bad idea all round.

Peering and squinting

A good way to start the day, removing spam from the Painters Online website.  I often wonder what spammers get out of it - their posts last maybe a few hours, and are then whipped away.   But I suppose that few hours of free advertising is all they need.

Today, I find out if I have a cataract in my right eye, or am just continuing to experience the steady deterioration in the sight in it which has accelerated since I had a detached retina replaced years ago.  Can't say I'm looking forward to an operation, but I would like to be able to see what I'm doing, and be able to read again without shutting the near-useless eye and holding the page to my snout.

Wonderful getting older, really it is.  There are so many advantages!  Give me a month or two and I'll think of one of them.