Went for an eye test because my reading glasses had stopped working, expected to walk out with a new prescription, walked out with a referral instead.
The optometrist did the puff test, did it again, then did a different pressure test with a little probe and drops that made everything sting. Then she took photos of the back of my eye and went quiet in the way you don't want a professional to go quiet. Pressures were up in both eyes, and there was something about the optic disc she wanted a second opinion on. Referral to the hospital eye service, six to eight weeks.
Here is my confession. The letter sat on the kitchen counter for four days and I seriously considered doing nothing with it, because I can SEE. I read the number plate, I read the small print on tins, my vision is the one part of me that has never given me trouble. It felt like being referred for a problem I don't have.
My wife has since made it clear that the letter is going nowhere near the bin. But I'd like to hear from anyone who has been down this road, mostly so I stop telling myself it's a fuss about nothing.