It must have seemed like a great idea, when designing the enormous reception area for the new Manchester Royal Eye Hospital, to house it in an atrium. After all, atria are always impressive spaces, filled (as they are) with air and bright sunlight.
Oh but wait… I was there this morning and you know what? A massive atrium full of LIGHT is no f*cking place to be, when you have dilated pupils. And funnily enough, there are a lot of people walking around in the Eye Hospital with their pupils dilated, because that’s the first thing the nurse does to you – before the Doctor looks at your eyes. And the drops last for three hours. And you inevitably find yourself leaving through Reception and THE BLINDING ATRIUM OF DOOM.
Do people even think for a moment before spending public money on idiotic shit like this? A member of staff told me that it is useless even on some dull days – because the rain beats down on the glass roof and the sound echoes like a giant deafening drum. Bloody hell.
No change with the blood-clot-blockage-thingy on my right retina. I saw a leading specialist and he said “Let’s just wait and see if it goes away on its own”. Hmmmm. And then I left, via the evil atrium, with a Gollumesque gait and smoke coming from my eye sockets.