Playing with my eye
Just remember, your eyesight is precious. Imagine not being able to watch Entertainment TV, featuring the highlights of an award presentation night on the red carpet in Hollywood.
I’m sorry, but I can’t keep a straight face while typing things like that. Actually, I had another fun-filled day in ophthalmology, and there’s nothing wrong with the sun shining in your eyes (unless the pupils have been artificially dilated and your sunglasses are elsewhere).
Going to the clinic, in the hospital, never goes according to my preconception. I arrive on time, get my plastic cards “shlicked” several times and then head on up to waiting area 4. Always 4. There are thirty-odd seats, constantly emptying and refilling while the PA system makes more announcements than you would hear in a train station departure area. No matter. As long as I don’t trip anyone (this is an area filled with people recovering from various eye surgeries), I figure I’ve done well.
Today, after the spoon and spatula reading game (I never get all the letters, even though I practice), I was sent back to wait for the arrival of my preferred surgeon. First switch-up; the new resident intern, who is consumed with a passion for lasers. Indeed, I had the pleasure of getting forty or more new holes in my iris. I lost count when the process went from mildly annoying to mildly painful.
There was also that moment where the team (surgeon and intern) decided that I had a loose stitch. Given that the surgery took place about eight months ago, this left me surprised. More surprised when they took a pair of fine tweezers and did an off the cuff extraction. I didn’t get to see what was removed. Some things are best left unseen.
There; the best part of a work day lost to medical procedures. I did return to the office, and I realized that nobody realized I was gone.
