Torture Chamber

After what seemed like hours of anxious and painful waiting I was seen by the eye specialist. He began by giving me an anaesthetic in both eyes and this brought some of my sight back, but as he told me this would be short lived only giving him time to examine the eyes. I don’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing because all I saw for the next hour or so was needles going into my eyeballs. Funny but your natural reaction is to flinch when a needle is coming toward your eye, and so I was almost glad when my sight faded away again. His diagnosis was some kind of virus possibly picked up from one of the water parks, and he described it as like hundreds of blisters on the cornea of the eyes almost like a cold sore on the eye. He said it was very rare for both eyes to be affected and that he would prescribe some antiviral drugs. He then said I must come back the next day for further treatment, not that it mattered because my flight home had long departed. Then my new taxi driving friend Frankie was called and he came straight away to collect me for my second sightless taxi ride back to the hotel.