Hahaha…….. I thought that title might grab your attention. I’m afraid that I have to disappoint you though. They weren’t THAT sort of silicone implants. I went for my appointment with the eye specialist yesterday morning, hoping that he would say that I could start wearing my contact lenses again. When I walked into his consulting room, he asked. “So, how have you been?” “Highly irritated!” was my quick reply. He laughed and said, “Oh, you mean walking around without your lenses in?” He understood completely, and that was rather comforting. I had more tests, and he said that my eyes are 100% better than they were last week, but I must still continue with the drops and antibiotics, and I have to be patient without my contacts for another week, so that he can take accurate measurements for the operation. He then said that to help my dry eye problem, he would insert punctal plugs into my tear ducts to stop the tears from draining away so fast. I was amazed at how quickly and painlessly this was done. He has a very steady hand, but I suppose as an eye surgeon, he would need to have. He told me that these plugs are precision engineered from silicone, and are tiny miracles, even smaller than a grain of rice. So with that over, and the promise of almost perfect sight within the “forseeable” future, (pun intended), off we went home. When I told hubby about the plugs and that they’re made of silicone, he quipped, “Aha, so now you have silicone implants. That’s something to blog about, for sure.”
The route we take to and from the hospital, is along the coastal road between Umhlanga and Ballito, another seaside resort, and the sea views are spectacular on the way. It was the most beautiful day and the azure water was sparkling in the sunlight. I thought to myself how very lucky I am to be able to see all this beauty, and apparently after the cataracts are removed, the colours will look even better, as it will seem as though a veil has been lifted. There was a women in the doctor’s waiting room, who said that she couldn’t believe the difference in the brilliance of colours, since her op. I remember my dear old granny in England, losing her sight completely, many decades ago now, as the NHS refused to remove her cataracts until they got so bad, that she was blind, and it was far too late. We’re really fortunate in South Africa, that we have access to some of the best eye surgeons in the world, and I have great faith in mine.
Along the route we took, there is a particularly interesting and intriguing structure on a large plot of land, very close to the beach. This abandoned building is simply called “The La Mercy Ruin,” and try as I might to find out the story behind it, and why it still stands there on what must be an extremely valuable site with a magnificent sea view, I couldn’t discover anything at all. I found a pic of it on Google Street View, and also an aerial view which shows that this large ruined house stands in what must have been its own estate, although it’s now very overgrown with weeds.
What a desolate and sad-looking place it is now, literally gone to ‘rack and ruin’, and all covered in ugly graffiti. I would love to know who owns it, and also who used to lived in it. I suppose one possibility is that the house was never finished, because the money ran out. It seems destined to remain a mystery, but if no-one wants that prime piece of land, I’ll happily take it.
Well, the weekend will soon be upon us, and now I have to decide what decadent dessert I’m going to take to my sister’s for Sunday lunch. I’m so looking forward to getting together with the family again.
Have a great day, everyone. Chat again soon.