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Friday, June 29, 2012

There are times in life when you suddenly realise that you don't know your friends quite as well as you thought you did. Today, for example, I discovered that contrary to the overwhelmingly positive impression I've held of him for the past four years, my good friend Stefan is actually the angel of death, spreading fear, panic and mortality everywhere he goes. No, really.

Stefan started working in the same department as me this week, so I took him to Lewes Hospital this afternoon to show him our clinic there. He'd already come close to giving one of my colleagues a panic attack when he spotted a slight cataract in her eye yesterday, so while she got onto the RNIB and put a down payment on a guide dog, I kindly escorted Stefan out of the building and over to Lewes, where I thought I'd show him what a healthy eye looks like. So I let him take a photo of my retina...


It's a beautifully taken photograph, and clearly you won't find any cataracts there. Just a massive haemorrhage from the superior arteriole...


It wasn't there two years ago, when I last had my photos taken...


So it's official: I'm about to peg it.

It could just be one of those random anomalies, or I could have undiagnosed hypertension. But if my blood pressure wasn't high this morning, it has been since I saw that photograph. I've made an appointment to have it checked by my GP on Tuesday. Stefan's got a lot to answer for.

2 comments:

Jon the Bassist said...

Is that a spider in there?

Phil said...

Spiders are less scary.