This was to see about my double-vision.

I got there ten minutes early, by bus, which was my main worry sorted.
Twenty minutes later I did the initial assessment. I told her before she
asked that I could read the entire test chart, so that was quick.

Then another queue - a short one- me. This time I had my eye muscles
stretched for half an hour. It was fun. All these strange bits and
pieces, high-tech and cardboard. I swear that one test involved spinning
a tube of foam with lines of black insulating tape on it.

Then the next queue, a bit longer, then in to see the top man. Fifteen
minutes or so with him and the really high tech stuff, the drops in the
eye and out into the waiting area while my pupils dilated.

Back in, and a lens stuck right up against my corneas. I hated that. I
had my eyeball poked out when I was young - it's my earliest memory -
and I hate anything too close to my eyes. A few more tests, then the
summary - they don't know what it is, but it doesn't look neurological.
Of course, that was what I didn't want it to be.

I got back in six weeks to get my eye work-out repeated to see if things
have changed. They really want it to be a muscle thing.