An unsolicited referral
Today, an informal conversation took an unexpected turn. To my advantage, I have to add. For the past year (almost), I’ve had to accept that access to a new ophthalmologist might prove challenging. I decided “to beard the lion in his den”, so to speak, and showed up in the office of a local specialist. Of course, there’s always a gatekeeper: think school secretary, for a similar approach to the world. I presented my case, and she gave her rebuttal. No entrance to the inner circle without a referral…
Fair is fair. I started considering my possibilities: go for an eye exam and ask to be bumped up to the next level. Or retreat across provincial boundaries and throw myself on the mercy of my former doctor. As it happened, I was in a small room with yet another doctor, for yet another reason, and I mentioned my technical difficulty.
Without hesitation, he simply offered to refer me on his letterhead. Forthwith. And with that, I’m back in the game (I hope).
It wasn’t in celebration, really, but we finished off the afternoon with a shopping spree. Our television is a little old, a little small (great opening for a song), and so after a brief consultation with a couple of specialists in the home electronics industry (otherwise known as people working on the floor in a box store), we convinced the dog to share his backseat area with an oversized shipping carton.
There’s a new, “smart” TV in the house. Still in its box, but I’ll get around to the great unwrapping tomorrow morning. After all, prime time has started; we’ll make do with the usual for this evening.
