By some miracle, nothing got broken during my ice skating exploits except perhaps my nerve and sense of invunerability. I didn't even fall down but theres something about flailing around madly that makes you feel like less of a man. For all that though, I wouldn't mind giving it another go, perhaps when there are fewer complete and total morons hurling themselves at people. Thanks to zionblue, I was actually able to move... sort of, my actual horizontal movement had a lot more to do with crazzylady pulling me along.
The saga of my eye thing is reaching a conclusion I think. I went to the Doctor yesterday morning, he took one look at me, asked me when it had flared up, gave me a referral to a specialist in ranelagh and a prescription for the usual eye drops and the tastiest antibiotics I've ever had. All told, I was in and out in about five minutes (though of course, it still cost 50 quid). I think the deal is that when the infection goes away, I take the letter to the specialist, he pokes something in my eye socket, does something memorable and hideous and I never have to deal with this shit ever again. Which would be nice given that I've been to various doctors about six times (three times to the one I saw yesterday) and spent in the region of five hundred euro over the course of the last three years. Its quite painful to wear my glasses though, so this is about the first and last time I'll be near a computer today.