It had been 3 whole years between appointments to the eye doctor from when I went the last time. My vision isn't the best. In fact, several years ago, I actually worried my eye doctor.
Back then, I had broken my glasses so to get new ones I had to get a new eye exam. The person that drove me, waited in the vehicle because for some strange reason a waiting room with a bunch of strange people didn't sound to appealing. Sooo...., I was sitting there, all alone, not seeing much (literally wasn't able to see anything..lol) when they called my name to follow the doctor to the back. He turned out the lights and had me look in a mirror on the wall that had letters reflected onto it. I knew the first letter was E because well, it always was. I told him it was an E but, that I couldn't see it. He then proceed to turn around, turned on all the lights, sat down and stared at me with a very worried look asked , “You didn't drive here today did you?” I had to laugh, the expression on that poor doctors face was pure horror and concern. I told him no and he seemed to be relieved. Oh my goodness. LOL.....
On to my latest and greatest, eye doctor appointment. New doctor and new place. So I went in, filled out paperwork, waited patiently (or as much as I was able to muster after working all day and tired) then went back to see the doctor. They had a new fancy camera thingy that took pictures of the ity bity particulars of my eyes. It was kinda neat but cost extra so.., my eyes were just dilated instead. The doctor put those nasty, burning, makes me remember why I don't like going to eye doctor drops into my eyes but hey, I saved 40 bucks. He then told me to go ahead and go out front to pick out a new pair of frames. Okay dokey, I headed that a way.
Here's the thing with dilating your eyes, you pupils obviously get larger, therefore lets more light in, and it burns. I mean really really burns and everything is blurry. So here I am, eyes a burning, tears a streaming, and everything blurry (even with my old glasses on) walking to the front where there are these ginormous windows all across the front letting in all kinds of searing sunshine. This was going to be interesting....oh, goodness.
I stumbled my way to the where all the pretty little frames are hanging on the walls then proceeded to stick my head towards them as close as possible without head-bashing them to pick out a new pair of frames. Did you know, sometimes, if you're real lucky, an attendant will come out and help you sort through the frames? Yeah, lady luck just wasn't with me that day, so I had to fend for myself with no vision plus tears still just a flowing. Thank goodness, my nose didn't start running, man, what a mess that would have been. The best I could tell it was like a ghost town around there, I didn't see anyone...(well notice anyone anyway), still couldn't see the best.
What I did was, I'd pick up a pair of frames to try to see or imagine what they looked like then put the corner of my old glasses in my mouth then squint real hard and almost hit the mirror with my head to get a rough estimate of how I look. I had no idea what I was actually seeing but, it wantun (slang for was not) good. Well, um, after few times trying this, I just grabbed a pair that I thought fit good enough then went on the hunt for a salesperson. They were all gather up in a corner by the check in station (probably laughing at that old woman about to knock her self silly with the mirror trying on frames) and said I'd like to get these frames please.
I checked out then went back to let the doctor look at my eyes after they were dilated. He said they were fine but, it was getting close to the time where we will have to start talking about bifocals. Dum de dum.... He said when it gets to the point when I had to take my glasses off to look at my phone screen, I'll probably need bifocals. I didn't tell him but, I've been at that point for a few years now...oops.... I just smiled and quietly said okay.
Later on, I realized that my new glasses are pretty, but, they well, um, how do I put this, they just kinda like to slide down my nose all the time like it's some amusement ride or something and I think one of the handles is trying to escape cause it's bent way off to the side. Shew, I guess, they'll do for another 3 years then bifocals. Mercy, I reckon, I best just take someone with me next time. Oh, life's little joys...lol.
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