Another week has strolled on by and the world is plunging into a never-ending vortex of death and destruction, partly due to covid but mostly due to war. If it is not greed or power, it is religion.
The hostilities between Palestine and Israel are being fuelled by a war mongering president that was about to lose power and as good old Maggie Thatcher did back in the eighties, he has raised the conflict level which keeps him in power and makes him look good to the electorate. No need for this level of violence.
This is a complicated situation which has been going on for years and I guess the solution is not easy to find, but Israel I feel are just being bastards and of course no one can criticise them or you are branded as Anti-Semitic.
America stands behind them and condones everything that they do and of course, Israel knows that America has its back. Two war-mongering nations that give no quarter and no compromise. God forbid that they lose face………
On another note, I went to the eye clinic to get a second opinion. I saw Dr Phuc Ngo (Fuck No) Young and enthusiastic he listened and then looked deeply into my eyes via many instruments. I was waiting for him to bring out the clips that they used in a Clockwork Orange to keep his eyes open.
I have a sty on my top eyelid. This is due to the bacteria and because some of my tear ducks have been blocked. The solution to unblock the tear ducks was not pleasant. First of all, patches were placed over my eyes and then cooling gel is applied.
A strong light/laser is then pulsed at the area under my eye to help to melt the gunk I guess to make it more pliable. The heat is intense and the side of my nose was hit by a stray flash and it was similar to a hot needle being stuck into the side of my nose.
The patches were removed and then I sat back in front of the microscope. He then proceeded to get a scraper and scrape the gunk form my eyelid, not at all pleasant and I used his name in vain a few times….”Fuck Fuck” I said as he slowly moved along the bottom of my eye. The pista resistance was when he decided to burst the sty on my top eyelid, fuck that was sore.
I asked him to give me something to put on the sty to reduce the swelling, he gave me an eye beanbag thing and some wipes to use in conjunction to clear the rest of the gunk, and this in turn will reduce the swelling.
I got to the checkout at reception and got the bill for all this fun and malarkey and it was $110 for the consultation and another $245 for the treatment and beanbag. What the fuck! I feel that I have been stitched up somewhere along the way. Mind you I never asked the cost, so my fault for that. However, $70 for a beanbag and wipes is a bit rich I feel. Oh, I did get a script that is for lubricating eye gel and I could have bought that over the counter, what I wanted was a cream to put on the sty to reduce the swelling.
One good bit of news is that there is not any real issues with my eyes, just a few minor ailment acting together.
I went on Thursday morning, it is now Monday, and the sty is still there loud and proud. My eyesight is still blurry because of it. I called Dr Phuc this morning and asked for a script for some cream and he recommended using the beanbag three times a day. This message passed to me via the receptionist. I called back and she said the Dr would get back to me when he has a minute.
I have gone to plan B: I called my own Doctor and will see him at 4pm, where I am hoping he will give me a cream to sooth the sty that is slowly taking over my face.
I arrived at work listening to Prince. I parked the car and buzzed up the windows. The driver’s window always needs a little help when it is cold. The passenger window has never been a problem until today. I buzzed it up and thought I heard a banging noise over the music. I turned off the stereo and buzzed the window down and then back up. Going down is fine, going back up is the issue. So even the wee car is going out in sympathy with me and now has a broken electric window. I will take her to the car doctor next Monday, first available appointment.