Today I go for a CT scan, to see if any of the metalwork inside me has shifted. Tomorrow is 6 months since the last bit of  installation, and that’s seen as the point where if it hasn’t come apart already, then it probably won’t.  It’s funny, our human calendar, with stuff like this. Everything is 6 months, or one year, or sometimes two years. Why should 6 months be the interval? Exactly half of one Earth year? Why ? Why shouldn’t it be 243 days, or 200 days, or some other more scientifically based interval?

Anyway, all will be revealed later on. Did it all hold, or did bits pull out? If the latter, then it’s a bit of a disaster, and months more in hospital to come. I’m in hospital over Easter, from the 12th until the 19th, after which I’ll be sporting a special bag, discreetly placed. I bet there are designer versions, but I’ll go for the Poundland equivalent if there are any, obviously.

Yesterday I actually tested somebody’s eyes – a friend. She’d been struggling to see properly with her correction and I was certain that I could diagnose the issue, and remedy it, which I did. Although I can’t do all of the tests, i can get a colleague to do the bits that I can’t. It’s all a bit slow, as I can’t bend or turn to do things quickly, but I managed to sort out the prescription problem, which is what I’ve always been best at, and it would seem still am.