Seven
I got to that door I couldn't even look at anymore. I knocked. The nurse opened, she was nice, and she invited me in. I didn't mention to the doctor that I was already on my eye, where we were debating this issue. I handed over a form from Stephen to the doctor and watched quietly as my doctor read it. 'I'm really sorry, but I can't sign this for you either – work at heights, scaffolding... this is not an option. I can't take responsibility for that.' "That's not even true anymore. You can't do anything, there's nothing on your eye... How am I supposed to understand the whole thing?"