Well, this month I have THREE hospital appointments. That's a lot. They're all for my eyes too. I have two appointments on the same day, but in different hospitals, in different towns, in different counties, maybe even in other worlds... But maybe that's going a bit too far.

On the 15th, I have an appointment with an optician in Warwick in the morning - I haven't seen this lady before - another new person, how exciting! I think she might give me new glasses. Also on the 15th, I have an appointment with a consultant in Oxford. He might even tell me what's actually wrong with my eyes. Novel.

On the 27th, I have an appointment in Warwick with an orthoptist. If the optician doesn't give me glasses, the orthoptist will. Otherwise, I don't know what she's going to do, but I guess if she does give me glasses, I don't know what the optician's going to do. Ah well. It does mean that I'm not going to be at the Chaplain's tea party in Freshers' Week though. Poor me.