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Date: 05 May 2009 15:59:36
Ok, so today ended up costing me more than I care to think if one adds together the lost wages, bus fares and potential contribution towards new make up. Still, it was an adventure; one of those adventures that Third Party and I tend to inadvertantly have.
This morning started in a fairly average way, I trotted off to work and Third Party trotted off to the doctor to get her slightly painful and bloodshot eye sorted out. Then after first lesson I checked my voicemail; it was the doctor. She wasn't quite sure what was going on with Third Party's eye and so was referring her on to the eye infirmary in Sunderland..... she needed to be taken over today. Arrghhhh was my initial thought, AS's with exams less than a fortnight away, daughter who had to go and see proper doctors..... eeek.
Anyway being a good, (or paranoid), mum I dutifully headed out of the building and back to Durham. Met Third Party at the station and went on an adventure to Sunderland.... somewhere I had never been to and certainly didn't realise where it was, (my geography of the area is suspect to say the least).
Anyway after a journey to a city, a v. def city... it was big we found the eye infirmary, situated in a rather leafy residential area. The service we got was v.g. - triarge within a matter of minutes and main service after about an hour - await we had been advised of, (still not a problem I had my marking with me).
When we got in there after a bit of prodding and pulling and being put under the microscope, (oh and lots of comments on how illegible the original doctors writing was), it was decided that it was probably just a bit of viral conjunctivitis after all.... so nothing to worry about. Then came the bit Third Party has admitted was the most painful part of the day.... she was told she has to bin all her eye make-up. Now, I know I shouldn't, but I find this hilarious. My daughter swears blind she's not got a plastic side, but never goes out without her mascara and has previously commented on how she feels naked without it. Thus, I found it rather more funny than maybe I should when she was told no make up until totally better and chuck what you own. She is aware that her allowance will be expected to buy new supplies, (although I might contribute my Boots advantage points). Perhaps it will help her reflect on the true priorities in life.