Last week I had an eye appointment which I had to cancel on account of my newly burnt hand. I knew that by the time I got to the eye doctor, my ice would have melted and my hand would be feeling the burn all over again. So today I had my make-up appointment.
I needed to renew the prescription for my contacts and also I wanted to get a pair of proper specs so that when I am cooking late into the nite, my eyes could have some time to relax without plastic applied directly to their surface. A little room to breathe never hurts. By 11 pm my eyes get dry and itchy and I can feel the lenses–which is gross.
The doctor was a nice guy and found me completely hysterical. He actually asked me what forrest I was raised in because, he said, I acted like I had never had an eye exam before (I have been wearing glasses since I was 6 *sigh*). I coudn’t handle the handheld lite thing that he shined directly into my eyes. It made me feel my eyeball, somehow or other. And then there was a lite that reminded me of a bug zapper. I couldn’t handle it. I think I was the most amusing patient of the day.
Oh, and the doc corrected me. Apparently it is an eye exam faux pas to ask “how blind am I now?” And that is when I learned that blindness levels off at around age 26. See, I got him talking my lingo.
My new glasses should be ready in a couple of days. And then I can cook into the nite without dry eyes. Of course, I’ll have to deal with steamed lenses. Which reminds me, the lasik surgery mistake rate is now down to only 2%!