So, the other day as I was about to chicken out of going go to my aneasthetists appointment DH sat on the bed and it collapsed. We took it apart and I was going to hoover when it felt like something flew into my eye. Put saline drops in it but it felt worse.
After a while went and looked and my eye ball was swollen on one side - like a clear lump of pus, as if I had a wandering contact lense (sorry, TMI, look away now if you are squeamish about eyes).
Googled my nearest opthamologist, who is just over the border, phoned them and they told me to go in immediately. Nothingnto do with dust in eye, complete coincidence, and it is an edema. Except I didn't understand the explanations - he didn.t speak much French.
I am now putting drops in every two hours I am awake and at night I have to put cream in it. Onto the actual eyeball. He merrily annouced I was showing signs of early stages of glaucoma (my mum and granny have it too so not much of a surprise).
Anyway the cream blinds my eye so has to be done at bedtime, but I sleep so little it is still blind when I wake up... 
I have to go back on Monday evening to see how it is going. It hurts less now which is good, just feels like it has sand in it.
Upshot is we have a lovely new bed with underbed drawers. I love it.
And that kind of nightmare is pretty representative of the last few weeks, but will update more later.