The good news is that I get to keep my eye for another three months at least! Went to the specialist this evening (and I behaved extremely well, I might add), and once again suffered Dr Rachel and her accomplice to shine bright lights into my eye, and poke it and prod it, and take photos of it. Not pleasant! And I didn't scratch once! (Although I did hiss quite a few times.)
Anyway, Dr Rachel thinks it might have changed a little bit, but not too much, and she didn't think there were any raised lesions, so I don't know what Ellen was on about. All in all, they dithered and muttered and postulated and prevaricated, until they finally decided that the odds were slightly in my favour and I should come back in another 3 months.
So that's what we'll do I guess.
PS - Ellen is scooting off down to the island this weekend and leaving me home alone. And after I behaved so well too! Ah well, I guess it's better to be home than dragged down there.
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