Truckin

Took my dad for a hospital appointment for treatment on his eyes as he has macular degeneration.
On arrival he was seen by a nurse who did a reading test (what letters can you see), and then put drops in his left eye ready for injecting. After waiting for the eye to be numbed he was seen by the doctor.
Doctor: so dad (not actually what she called him), we're going to be injecting your right eye today.
Dad: Err, no. I think it's the left one.
Doctor: (checks notes) No, it's the right one.
Dad: !!!
Anyway, it all got sorted out and the right eye was then anethisised and injected. (Ooh, just typing that makes me shudder, but dad says it's ok).
As a treat afterwards we stopped for coffee on our way home, and then stopped again for an all day breakfast at the truckers cafe!
Poor dad. The injections will just stop it getting worse, but he won't get his full sight back. So, no car, no reading and everything is a bit of a trial. Even telling the time is a problem - he couldn't really see any of the clocks in the house. I shall have to find an alternative for him.