A really boring video game
This is the week where I get checked by the eye-doctor. Only happens a couple of times a year, so there was no way I wanted to miss any part of the adventure. Up, bright and early. Dressed, got a small sack of silver to pay the parking pirates and headed on down the highway. What with slow zones, the trip was a bit longer than usual, but I had scheduled such things into my big plan.
Let’s be clear. What the ophthalmologists refer to as a “visual field test” is a fancy name for “a really boring video game”. Complete with special head gear, and a hand controller, you get as close to comfortable as the situation will allow. Then, you try to “report” flashing lights in the display. Not bright, not challenging. Repeated for both eyes. By the end of the session, I was ready to end the visit and pick up where we left off, tomorrow. Which we will.
As an added difficulty, the chair was old, hard and too low. I opted to go for a more high-tech solution. Kneeling on the floor. Got me through to the other side, as they say. No prayers were recited; this was an ode to flashing lights.
Back home, via the bulk food store, I had a new supply of dried apricots. So good (in taste and for me). And then I returned to other things. Bought new screws for that fancy screen on the mower, after the originals vibrated free with a roar.
