What surgeons say… and what they really mean

After having spent more time than I would ever have thought possible in hospital eye clinics, I’ve inevitably picked up some of the lingo along the way.  I’ve also learnt that sometimes there are hidden messages in some of the things the surgeons say and occasionally a casual comment contains within it an entirely different meaning.  For example, after my fifth lot of surgery when my consultant’s Fellow told me, “You have very unusual eyes”, I knew that despite having just gazed into the windows to my soul with fascinated intensity*, unfortunately he wasn’t being complimentary.  He was basically saying, “I don’t know why the hell your retina detached for the fifth time – this doesn’t happen with most of my patients!”.  [Note: I now know that the reason for my multiple detachments was the evil PVR.]

I also realise now that when this same Fellow cheerfully and confidently assured me before my oil removal in surgery number four, “I think you’re going to be okay”, he probably meant, “I reeeeally hope you’re going to be okay because otherwise we’re running out of options!”.  And when my very first surgeon referred me to Moorfields as “a tricky case”, what he actually meant was, “HEEEELP!  I’m completely stuck on this one – please sort her out for me!”.

So with the above in mind, I thought I’d compile a handy guide of what surgeons say and what they really mean…

1. “I’m just going to pop some drops into your eye; it might sting a bit.” = “This is going to sting like hell, especially if your eyes are tired.”
2. “There’s a lot going on in that eye, isn’t there?” = “Your eye’s buggered!”
3. “It’s looking a little sore today.” = “You look as if you’ve  just come out of the ring after three rounds with Mike Tyson, walked into a door and then been hit in the eye with a football.”
4. “Look up and left again.” = “I’ve just seen something worrying and need to have another reccy.”  (The key word here is ‘again’.  If ‘again’ is used more than once in relation to the same part of the eye, I start to get REALLY worried.)
5. “You might feel some discomfort.” = “This is likely to hurt; brace yourself and grit your teeth.”
6. “If you’d like to lie down on the bed, I’m just going to take a closer look.” = “BEEP BEEP BEEP: warning, scleral indentation… this is going to be ouch, ouch, OUCH!”
7. Whilst doing scleral indentation: “I’m just going to pop in some more numbing drops” = “This is going to be REALLY OOOOOOUUUCCCHHH!”
8. During surgery: “Just tell me if you need to cough at any point.” = “For God’s sake keep still!”
9. Also during surgery, to one of the other people in theatre: “Can I have the cutter, please?” = “Well that part of the retina is completely trashed so I’m just going to chop it out.”
10. In hospital letters: “Examination revealed a quiet right eye.” = “Yay – it’s all stable for now!”

And on that unusual but very welcome positive note of number 10, I shall stop for now.  If any of my eye buddies have any entertaining or useful additions to my list, please feel free to share them in the comments below…

* I didn’t add, ‘through my massively dilated pupils, via the slit lamp’, as I thought that would spoil the mood somewhat. 😉

 

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Antibiotic anxiety

I celebrated my birthday a couple of weeks ago.  Or at least, I should have celebrated it.  Because that’s what birthdays are for, isn’t it?  Celebrating, eating cake, and making the most of people being nice to you all day.  But no.  Not this birthday.  On this birthday I was standing outside my doctor’s surgery at 7:50am in a queue of about ten glum-looking people, shivering in the ineffectual September morning sunshine as we all waited for the door to open at 8am.  This was the only way of guaranteeing an appointment on the day.

The previous day, I’d popped down to my local pharmacy for advice on a couple of itchy insect bites which were looking increasingly red and swollen.  I was expecting to be given a tube of some kind of cream and told not to worry, so was slightly alarmed when, after eyeing it in horror, the pharmacist presented me with antihistamine tablets which he urged me to take now, and followed this up by advising me to go straight to the local walk-in medical centre in case antibiotics were needed.  Off I went obediently, whilst repeating the mantra, “No antibiotics, no antibiotics, no, no, NO ANTIBIOTICS!” to myself.

A cheerful nurse at the walk-in centre confirmed the pharmacist’s diagnosis of infected insect bites.  After observing my reluctance to her suggestion of antibiotics, she reassured me that the infection might well resolve on its own, with the help of antihistamines, ibuprofen, and ice.  She took a pen and carefully drew a line around the big red splodge on my arm, instructing me to go back or visit my GP if the redness extended beyond that line, in which case she warned me that I would definitely be needing antibiotics.

Instead of improving, the red mass swelled up and quadrupled in size overnight, turned a deep angry shade of red, and increased in temperature to what felt like boiling point.  It was also itching so much that I felt an almost overwhelming urge to slice off a layer of my skin with the bread knife.  I managed to restrain myself, suspecting that this possibly wouldn’t resolve matters satisfactorily.  Plus, I didn’t want to make a mess in the kitchen.  I went to my GP in the hopes that if I spoke to an actual doctor, they might have a magic solution rather than dishing out evil antibiotics.  Sadly this wasn’t to be, and I left the surgery forlornly clutching a prescription after being assured by the doctor that, yes, she really did think that antibiotics were necessary in this instance.

My aversion to antibiotics is twofold.  Firstly – have you ever read the list of horrendous potential side-effects?!  It’s just a tad scary and more than a little ironic to read that the medication prescribed to resolve one ailment could actually bring on a whole heap of others, some of which could even result in DEATH!  I know I finally got around to writing my will recently (have a read of Where there’s a will, there’s a way), but I wasn’t expecting my final wishes to be carried out quite so soon.  And before anyone starts trying to reassure me by saying, “Oh, but that particular nasty side-effect only happens to one in a hundred people”, let me ask whether you know how many people are affected by retinal detachment?  According to the RNIB, it’s one in 10,000 people per year.  And do you know how many of these people are affected by PVR?  That’s approximately 5-10% of those one in 10,000 people.  So unfortunately, as I’m already one of those minority medical statistics, I’m afraid that such attempts to reassure me are cold comfort.  Pretty much frozen comfort, in fact.

Secondly – I know that some research has been carried out which established a link between certain antibiotics and occurrences of retinal detachment.  After six detachments in my bad eye, two large tears in my good eye, and lattice degeneration in both, I’m rather keen to avoid any potential risk factors for further problems other than those I’m already having to deal with.  The research only related to a certain type of antibiotics (known as Fluroquinolones and marketed under various names), and it’s also somewhat confusing in that other studies have apparently disproved the link between these antibiotics and RD.  I did check the issue with my consultant a while ago, and he assured me that there are no contraindications to antibiotics.  However, I’d still rather avoid that particular type, if at all possible.

Fortunately, the GP prescribed a different type and I’m pleased to report that the insect bites have now pretty much disappeared and I’m still alive, despite all the terrifying warnings on the patient information leaflet.  However, the whole episode was somewhat depressing – not only because I would far rather have been eating cake than forcing down antibiotics on my birthday, but mainly because it was yet another example of how so much of my life is affected by RD.

Note: If you’re reading this because you’re worried about RD and antibiotics, the best thing to do is double check it with your consultant.  Google is not always your friend…

 

Where there’s a will, there’s a way

I finally got around to updating my will recently.  I use the term ‘updating’ loosely, as I wrote my original will at the tender age of 16.  I’m not entirely sure that it was perfectly legal, although I did manage to get two independent witnesses to sign it.  I probably bribed them with jelly babies.  More to the point, most of the gifts I left to various people are now null and void.  For example: “To my dear mother, I leave my rabbit, Dog, as long as she looks after her properly.”  I’m also not entirely sure that the last few sentences would pass legal scrutiny: “PS I would like to be buried in Lullington graveyard in an airtight coffin.  I would like Lully to be buried with me.  Please make sure I am properly dead before you bury me.”  [Note: Lully is a soft toy in the form of a rabbit, which I’ve had since birth, and is now looking rather the worse for wear.]  My declaration at the start of this dubious document, that I was “in my sane mind” is possibly also slightly questionable as I have a vague recollection of writing my will due to an impending school trip to France, which I was convinced I wouldn’t survive as the ferry was bound to sink and we would all be drowned.

Happily, I managed to survive that school trip, and it wasn’t until eleven years ago when I finally managed to get onto the housing ladder that I thought about writing a proper will.  I bought a ‘do it yourself’ will kit and after thoroughly confusing myself reading it, I shoved it in a drawer and procrastinated.  Every now and then I’d do a bit of half-hearted research, but it never really came to anything until I got sick of scribbling ‘write will’ as the first item on all my to do lists but never reaching that satisfying stage of being able to actually cross it off.

For those readers who are wondering what the heck this has to do with retinal detachment and eye issues… bear with me!  You see, one of the reasons I wanted to make a proper will was so that I could leave some of my hard-earned dosh to charity and naturally, Moorfields Eye Charity was an obvious choice.  I considered adding a clause that my gift should be used specifically for research into PVR, but that seemed a bit complicated so I decided against it.  Now I’m not exactly flush, although you never know – my paintings might massively increase in value upon my demise.  But every little helps (not that I’m advocating shopping at Tesco, of course) and I like to think that I might be able to benefit others a little once I’ve shuffled off this mortal coil.

It’s important to point out that gifts in wills play a vital role in enabling charities to do things like fund groundbreaking research, purchase specialist equipment, and provide much-needed support for people.  It’s also worth remembering that gifts left to charities are free from inheritance tax.  So if you’re a millionaire, you may be able to reduce your inheritance tax bill by making a donation to charity, which means that more of your money will go to the people you really want to leave it to, rather than the government.  I don’t think they need any more money with which to make a complete cock-up of the country, do you?

I was under the impression that a will would only be properly legal if I had it drawn up by a solicitor, so I did a bit of asking around and emailed a couple of firms for quotes.  The responses made my eyes widen in disbelief, particularly when I realised that any subsequent changes to the will would also involve parting with a substantial amount of cash.  Cash which could be put to far better use in the hands of Moorfields Eye Charity.  It was this, together with an article I read which detailed research which found that even wills drawn up by solicitors weren’t necessarily legal as they sometimes contained crucial errors, which led me to the slow process of trawling through companies which offered an online will-writing service and were, unsurprisingly, considerably cheaper than solicitors.  I eventually settled on Farewill, which for a yearly fee of £10 also allows unlimited updates.  The whole process was so easy that I wondered why I’d procrastinated for such a long time.  So now I can die safe in the knowledge that I’ve done something practical to try and help people with eye issues, and perhaps help to fund further much-needed research into the demon that is PVR.

For anyone else thinking of making a will (just do it!), you may be interested in the following information:

• Leaving a gift in your will to Moorfields Eye Charity: https://moorfieldseyecharity.org.uk/donate/leave-a-gift-in-your-will
• Guide Dogs have a scheme whereby you can have  your will written by the National Free Wills Network.  As the name suggests, this means that you get to write your will for free, using a local approved solicitor.  Although there’s no obligation to leave a gift to Guide Dogs in your will, they naturally hope that you’ll decide to do so.  You can find further information at: https://www.guidedogs.org.uk/how-you-can-help/donating/leave-a-gift-in-your-will/
• Will Aid (https://www.willaid.org.uk/) is a scheme which runs every November and offers the opportunity to have your will written by a participating local solicitor whilst also supporting one of their nominated charities.  They suggest a recommended minimum donation and you can choose which charity it goes to.  One of the charities in their list is Sightsavers, and you can find more information about their work here: https://www.willaid.org.uk/will-aid-charities/sightsavers.
• Finally, you can find further information about Farewill at: https://farewill.com/.

So, even though most people don’t like thinking about death, it’s really important to make a will.  By doing so, you can ensure that whatever you leave behind goes to the people and charities that you care about most.  Or even the people and companies you care about least, if all you’re leaving behind is a giant pile of steaming manure.  In my case, it also means that as I specified cremation (it’s cheaper than burial), I’m not so worried about the possibility of being buried alive in an airtight coffin in Lullington graveyard with nothing but a stuffed rabbit for company.

 

#RDproblems

My family and I celebrated my sister’s birthday a few days ago.  It was nothing fancy – just a simple meal out, a few seaside strolls, a beetroot and avocado birthday cake (yes, really), and a spot of decoration in the form of bunting and banners.  It was whilst precariously perched on a stool in my pjs at approximately 7:30am and reaching up to tie the bunting to the lampshade that I had my lightbulb moment for this particular blog post [pauses for readers to groan].  The act of looking up as I tied the bunting caused the floaters in my RD eye to appear – something which always freaks me out.  I then spent the next half hour trying not to focus on one particular ominous-looking big black floater, until it finally disappeared again.  So there you have it: #RDproblems.

The second RD problem of the day occurred  when we settled down for a family meal out and I was dazzled by the hideously bright lights on the ceiling.  I mean, I know it was a dull day but seriously… did they really have to be quite so bright?!  Another classic RD problem which often occurs when eating out is when the waiter or waitress hands me a menu or something and I jump out of my skin because they’re standing in my blind spot.  The leaping out of my skin problem happens pretty frequently in other situations too – particularly anywhere involving crowds of people such as on public transport or when walking down a busy road.

Another classic RD problem is when I see what I think is a fly zipping across the room, but as I’m not 100% sure and am worried in case it’s a new floater I feel the need to check with whoever I’m with by asking, “Is that a fly?”.  I did this recently with a new work colleague, who looked at me as if I was barking mad, so I had to explain.  She then eyed me in even more bemusement when I told her that I have silicone oil in my eye…

Other RD problems include the following:

• Upon seeing a flash of light, feeling the urgent necessity to work out exactly what’s caused it.
• Having to carry each full bag of shopping separately into the house from the car.
• That thing where a step mysteriously slides away just when you think you’ve figured out where the edge of it is.
• A return to childhood, in being afraid of the dark once more.
• As above, but this time in relation to thunderstorms (lightning flashes = aaaarrrgghh!!).
• Wincing whenever someone mentions ‘detached’ in any context whatsoever, even during a conversation which has absolutely nothing to do with RD.
• Taking approximately 15 minutes to thread a needle, instead of the pre-RD 15 seconds.
• Stressing out over a sudden sneeze.
• Having to move your desk at work over to the other side of the office because you couldn’t cope with the horribly bright ceiling lights in the corridor which dazzled whenever anyone opened the door.

I’m pretty sure that my eye buddies could come up with a fair few more RD problems, so please go ahead and share so that we can groan and sympathise together… 😉

 

 

 

 

 

Vision through the gas bubble

Last week, a fellow RD patient left a comment on my blog post, ‘Do you see what I see?‘, in which she asked questions about looking through the gas bubble and how much of what she was seeing was ‘normal’.  So I thought it might be helpful to write a post about that very topic.  It’s worth pointing out at this stage that I’m not an ophthalmologist (I’m pretty sure I’d fail the eyesight requirements) or even an optometrist, and I’m just writing about my own experiences as a long-suffering RD patient as well as what I’ve learnt along the way.  If you’re worried about any visual symptoms after undergoing retinal reattachment surgery, it’s always best to get them checked out by a qualified medical professional.

I’ve had two gas bubbles so far – the first was a long-acting one which I was told would last for six weeks but in fact it lasted for nine.  A year later, I had a short-acting gas bubble, which would probably have lasted for about two and a half weeks if my dratted retina hadn’t decided to re-detach yet again.  Following each of these surgeries, once the eye patch was removed I was able to see light but everything else was a crazy blur – a bit like when you open your eyes under water.  It’s impossible to read or make out any detail at all at first.  However, it should be possible to detect a moving hand, when waved around in front of your face.  It can be very scary at this point, and personally I also felt very unbalanced and dizzy at times.  My depth perception was completely screwed and I was terrified that I wouldn’t get any vision back.

Once the gas bubble starts to disperse, things begin to get interesting.  The rate at which it disperses will depend on whether it’s a long-acting or short-acting bubble.  However, the effects are pretty much the same for both.  When sitting up, you’ll start to notice a sort of line at the top of your eye, over which you can see things more clearly.  It looks a bit like a spirit level and the line will gradually move further down your eye each day and you’ll start to see more above it.  Below the line, it will still look as if you’re trying to see underwater.  The bit above the line probably won’t be perfectly clear – people often see tiny dots or the odd floater, and colours and lines often appear distorted.  For me, colours were faded and very different to how they appeared when looking through my good eye, and lines were slightly crooked.  For example, the straight edge of a door frame would look as if  it had slight kinks in it.

As the bubble disperses further, the edge of it takes on more of a curve, which can appear as a thicker dark line.  When the bubble is small enough, if you lie face down and open your eye, you can see it as a perfect circle.  At this point, you’ll also find that it acts as a magnifying glass, and if you try to read something through it, the text will appear much bigger than when you try and read it ‘over the top’ of the line of the bubble.  You’ll see all sorts of odd visual effects caused by reflections from the bubble, including shafts of light, which can be very off-putting.  Another weird thing is that the bubble, when it’s at a certain stage, can cause you to see certain objects as if they’re upside down.  I’ll never forget watching the dog wandering across my vision and seeing him as if he was upside down!

Gradually, the bubble will get smaller and smaller and will appear with a dark line around the edge of it.  At this point, many people find that it will start to split up.  Sometimes it will split off into a few smaller bubbles which separate for a while and then merge back into the main bubble.  I found that I kept seeing a ‘baby bubble’ which would scoot around the edge of the main bubble and then disappear again.  Towards the end of my long-acting gas bubble, it became very tiny as I saw it right down at the bottom of my vision.  There were a couple of mornings when I woke up and looked for it thinking that it had finally gone, only to have it bounce back into view a few hours later.

Many new people on the RD support group on Facebook get frustrated by the bubble and can’t wait for it to disappear.  There’s no doubt that it results in some very bizarre, off-putting, and quite scary visual effects at times.  But the bubble is there to push the retina back and hold it in place as it heals.  Therefore, the gas bubble is your friend… be patient with it!  Below, you will find two photos, which are my visual attempts to describe what it looks like as the gas bubble starts to disperse.

Vision through the gas bubble

Vision through the gas bubble

Evil Count Pollen

It’s been a tad hot in the UK over the past few weeks.  The usual British summer consists of perhaps a day or two of temperatures in the high twenties, swiftly followed by grey skies and drizzle.  So although this long, hot dry spell first proved to be something of a novelty, it’s now lost that status entirely.  So much so, that the newspapers are no longer proclaiming, “Phoar, what a scorcher!”, and I’ve even heard people actually starting to complain about the heat.  As a lover of nature, I’m certainly not a fan of the oven-like atmosphere we’ve been experiencing lately.  My normally lush green garden is rapidly turning a sickly shade of yellow; there are cracks in the clay soil, and the fields down the road resemble more a barren wasteland than the promise of delicious harvests to come.  Kent is known as ‘the garden of England’… the desert of England doesn’t quite have the same ring to it.

For those readers who are wondering what the heck this has to do with eye issues, fear not – I haven’t switched my theme to meteorological matters.  You see, the very hot weather has a negative impact on my poor peepers, just as the very cold weather does.  (Seamless link there, you’ll note.)  The heat seems to make my eyes ache more and feel tired more easily.  Sometimes I get a gritty sensation in them and I’ve been getting through so many bottles of lubricating eye drops that the staff in the pharmacy now recognise me and remember that I ask for two bottles at a time.

Another impact of the ridiculously hot weather is that Evil Count Pollen has been on the prowl far more than usual.  From a cursory glance, the Count seems to be quite a colourful character.   He wears a long flowing multicoloured cloak and a top hat encircled by a wide yellow ribbon tied at the side in an extravagant bow.  He has so many flowers tucked into this band that from a distance he might be mistaken for some sort of mobile garden.  As if that wasn’t enough, he carries a large bouquet of hundreds of varieties of flowers with him. Each time he passes an unsuspecting victim, he waves the bouquet under their nose or plucks out a flower and presents it to them.  His fingernails are painted vivid, clashing shades of red, pink, orange, and purple, and a cloud of overwhelmingly strong perfumes fit to rival that ghastly shop, ‘Lush’ surround him wherever he goes.  He leaves behind him a trail of fine yellow powder, interspersed with petals which have fluttered from his person.

Fortunately, I’ve always been fairly immune to the charms of the Count.  But many people are not so lucky.  His unwanted attentions can cause a number of symptoms which range from the mildly irritating to the downright unpleasant.  Symptoms such as a blocked or runny nose, stuffed up sinuses, sore or tickly throat, and itchy, sore, red, watery, or dry eyes.  I know that Evil Count Pollen is particularly nasty in the way he insists on tormenting some of my eye buddies at times.  I’m guessing it’s because our eyes are often more sensitive after surgeries – particularly those of us who have undergone multiple surgeries.  However, there are certain things which can be done to reduce the unwanted attentions of Evil Count Pollen.  You can find some useful tips and information from Moorfields at: https://www.moorfields.nhs.uk/news/hay-fever and from the NHS at: https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/hay-fever/.

Of course, the one thing which Evil Count Pollen simply can’t bear is water.  It plays absolute havoc with his outfit, you see, and he’s terribly vain.  I’m absolutely delighted that this weekend, all my efforts in perfecting an effective rain dance finally seem to be paying off.  The parched garden of England has seen its first proper rain for weeks.  But there’s still much work to be done to fill those cracks in the earth and transform the grass from sickly yellow to healthy green.  So wherever you are in the world right now, dear Reader, just pop your favourite music on, hold your arms up to the skies, and join me in dancing around like a lunatic as you sing, “Rain… rain… RAAAAIN!!”

“Always look on the bright side of life”…

… but not too bright, for those of us with eye issues!  Musical accompaniment to this blog post can be found at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUHTzEv9V-s and is, of course, provided by the motley Monty Python crew.  Naturally, being British (although in the current political climate I hesitate to admit that), I’m no stranger to the concept of using humour – often of the black variety – to cope with difficult circumstances.  It was often the best method of defusing situations with my Gran, when she was suffering from Alzheimer’s Disease.  Of course, occasionally this approach can backfire, as I discovered the time I informed her, with a perfectly straight face, that Winston Churchill was the prime minister and she believed me.  Fortunately, she quickly overcame her confusion and readily forgave me when my mum explained, with a glare in my direction, “No he’s not – don’t worry, it’s just Emma being silly again.”  (The addition of ‘again’ implies that I’m often silly, which obviously I vigorously refute.)

Anyway… looking on the bright side in the manner of Monty Python has helped me in my ongoing RD journey, and I know it’s helped many of my eye buddies too.  So I thought it might be fun to share some of my favourite examples of the importance of humour in getting through the horrendous RD journey…

Plan B
After my third lot of surgery, in January 2015, one of my friends posted a cartoon-type picture of herself offering me a tray with a couple of eyes rolling around on it, with the caption: “Even with every confidence in Emma’s recent surgery, Debbie put forward a fantastic plan B.”  Luckily, even in my groggy post-op posturing state, this did make me chuckle.  However, I must point out that I’ve had two more surgeries since then and my friend still hasn’t come up with the promised goods.  (Tut!)

Eye-related gifts
One of my eye buddies once caused great hilarity in the Facebook support group I belong to by posting a picture of a Christmas present he’d just received from his mum: a framed copy of a Snellen chart (the eye chart used to test visual acuity).  It’s just as well no-one’s ever done that for me, or I’d have it hung in a well-lit area with a chair placed precisely six metres away to enable me to test myself daily!
Speaking of this particular eye buddy, you can find another example of his humour in my post, Pre-appointment paranoia.

PVR ?  Nooooooooooo!
When sharing humorous eye-related incidents on the Facebook  RD support group, one of my eye buddies related a story which made me gasp in horror before giggling slightly hysterically.  It’s best told in his own words:  “The funniest thing that happened to me, as you may remember, following my RD surgery was when I visited my optician in a worried way at one point following a sudden onset of a shower of new floaters in the RD eye – it occurred about three months after my op. “OK, could you read these three letters on the eye chart please?” he says…..I look up at the eye chart with my good eye covered and immediately read the letters “P V R”. I quickly look away with a kind of groan and say “No….I don’t even want to THINK about that!”. He laughs, slightly embarrassed, and says “Well at least I can see that you’re managing to see the letters all right”. (He knows I’m reasonably knowledgeable about eye problems). Exam turns out to be totally clear with no problems found.”

Eye jokes
Then, of course, there are the eye jokes…
Q: “What’s the scariest thing to read in braille?”
A: “Do not touch.”

“Whilst cooking today, I accidentally rubbed some herbs in my eyes.  I’m now parsley-sighted.”  [G r o a n !]

Or this one – a picture of a patient sitting in front of a Snellen chart and holding binoculars up to his eyes, as the white-coated doctor barks, “No cheating!”.  (Don’t we all just wish we had a pair of binoculars at times, when squinting and scrunching our eyes up to try and decipher the letters on that chart?!)

Blind driving
The only thing which has ever made me actually laugh out loud when specifically discussing eye issues and driving is this little gem, posted by one of my eye buddies: http://imgur.com/gallery/fIVfPwG.  It’s a short video clip which could accurately be captioned, ‘driving with a long cane’.

Puns
Then there are the little puns which come up in day-to-day life… for example:
A couple of years ago, over a Boxing Day game of Scrabble, my sister surveyed her tiles and casually remarked, “I don’t want to make you jealous, but I have three ‘i’s!”
And:
During a recent chat with an eye buddy, I observed that he seemed to be a bit hyperactive.  “It’s called humour”, he shot back, “I used to have some in my eye!”.

‘Blind’ man predicaments
Finally, another one which made me gasp is a spoof video of a ‘blind’ man getting into all sorts of predicaments whilst walking with his long cane, available at:  https://www.instagram.com/p/BevMNizHvCm/. This one was sent to me by the VIP* I met up with a couple of weeks ago.  (*Very Important Person, that’s right!)  It’s not so much the man himself, but the reactions to him by passers-by which are so entertaining to watch!

If you have any eye-related jokes or humorous incidents, please do give us all more to laugh about by sharing them in the comments below… 🙂