Morning all!
It's a beautiful day here. I'm home alone today so trying to think of something useful but not tiring to do. It's been a vaguely stressful week and my stomach has been so knotted up.
For ages I've been kidding myself I just need new glasses but now the time has come to have my cararacts removed. The NHS service around here is very far flung and I could get referred anywhere in the county so it's potentially a lot of driving around. I have taken the plunge and made an appointment at our local private hospital who will see me much sooner and give me a choice of lenses.
Now I'm panicking about my blepharitis, which I do warm compresses for every day, and whether it is a contra indication. I'm sure it's not infected, probably blocked glands, but I don't know if I'd need to cure it first. Too much googling. I suppose the sensible thing is to see the consultant and find out. I KNOW that but my mind is on the worry treadmill!!
Bet DH is pleased to be out for the day, he must be sick of my going on about it over and over. Sometimes I embarrass myself.