At 13:10 my mobile went, it was Dad telling me he had suddenly lost the sight in his left eye and that he was going up the hospital. I said I'd come and pick him up but he said no need and he was off. LUCKILY John opposite was outside and gave him a lift (I've been over to say thanks, John works from home and has given him his mobile for emergencies, nice eh).
I rang him later and he still said no need to come and he was waiting to see someone. At 15:10 I rang him and said I was doing nothing (except worrying) and I was coming. I actually arrived as he was coming out after seeing the consultant. Apparently he has a blood clot over it and it could take a couple of months to clear and if it doesn't he'll need a minor op. He is awaiting a follow up.
I have to say walking in to the hospital brought back loads of horrid memories of last few years.
Dad is naturally worried but I suppsoe it could have been much worse. His been told to do nothing heavy.
Now excuse me but I think I need to lay down.