I can see forever!
Yesterday was the usual at work: put on pjs, power up the laptop, write some code, call in for the daily meeting, code some more.
Then! 2pm rolls around and it's eye exam time!
For those of you who are in the know, my eyes have been on again, off again aching for over a year. Mucho eye strain from work, staring at computer screens all day.
A quick check of google maps and I'm rolling down Bryden towards downtown. Getting close to the location, I realize that I never memorized the address, so I quickly throw out a few phone calls to Tom and Angela, hoping they'd pick up and do some tube surfing on my behalf. Alas, neither pick up and I turn around to go home...
And there's the building! I pull in and am almost immediately accosted by a fellow walking by, asking for gas money. "No cash on me," I say, and he looks back in what I take as disbelief. It was true, though, and I try not to make it a habit to give money to passersby.
Inside the building, it's cool and inviting. Of the trio of receptionists, one asks my name and has me fill out an information sheet, awaiting the doctor's time. The info sheet is the usual deal: personal info, emergency contact, insurance company. On the back, there's a section for various ailments that I or my family has that could affect ocular health. I was half tempted to say that I could shoot poison out of my eyes, but opted not to do so.
The ophthalmologist (which I still cannot remember to spell without a spellchecker, dammit) I saw was very kind and pleasant; she was also very cute. Various eye tests were done. The best indicator of my needing glasses was, after she had fiddled with all the dials on the eye-spectrometer-gadget-thing, seeing the before and after.
"This is your eyes with glasses," eye doctor lady said, after which she rapid clunked all the lenses back to normal.
"This is your eyes without." Crisp letters turned hazy. So, yes, time for glasses.
The pupil dilation occurred after that. It was a very strange sensation, quite similar to how my eyes feeling after a lengthy time crying (insert reference to emo prairie dog here).
After the appointment was over, the doctor let me know that the pupil dilation would hinder my ability to effectively focus my eyes for close distance reading. You know what? She was right. I contacted my team leader for work upon reaching home:
"blur blur blur blur" (I just came back from my eye exam)
"blur blur blur" (Did you know? It's hard to see after your pupils are dilated)
"blur" (I'll make up the hours later this week)
His response?
"blur blur blur"
Which I took for his consent.
X-Files, however, on a screen 15 feet away, looked just fine.
Then! 2pm rolls around and it's eye exam time!
For those of you who are in the know, my eyes have been on again, off again aching for over a year. Mucho eye strain from work, staring at computer screens all day.
A quick check of google maps and I'm rolling down Bryden towards downtown. Getting close to the location, I realize that I never memorized the address, so I quickly throw out a few phone calls to Tom and Angela, hoping they'd pick up and do some tube surfing on my behalf. Alas, neither pick up and I turn around to go home...
And there's the building! I pull in and am almost immediately accosted by a fellow walking by, asking for gas money. "No cash on me," I say, and he looks back in what I take as disbelief. It was true, though, and I try not to make it a habit to give money to passersby.
Inside the building, it's cool and inviting. Of the trio of receptionists, one asks my name and has me fill out an information sheet, awaiting the doctor's time. The info sheet is the usual deal: personal info, emergency contact, insurance company. On the back, there's a section for various ailments that I or my family has that could affect ocular health. I was half tempted to say that I could shoot poison out of my eyes, but opted not to do so.
The ophthalmologist (which I still cannot remember to spell without a spellchecker, dammit) I saw was very kind and pleasant; she was also very cute. Various eye tests were done. The best indicator of my needing glasses was, after she had fiddled with all the dials on the eye-spectrometer-gadget-thing, seeing the before and after.
"This is your eyes with glasses," eye doctor lady said, after which she rapid clunked all the lenses back to normal.
"This is your eyes without." Crisp letters turned hazy. So, yes, time for glasses.
The pupil dilation occurred after that. It was a very strange sensation, quite similar to how my eyes feeling after a lengthy time crying (insert reference to emo prairie dog here).
After the appointment was over, the doctor let me know that the pupil dilation would hinder my ability to effectively focus my eyes for close distance reading. You know what? She was right. I contacted my team leader for work upon reaching home:
"blur blur blur blur" (I just came back from my eye exam)
"blur blur blur" (Did you know? It's hard to see after your pupils are dilated)
"blur" (I'll make up the hours later this week)
His response?
"blur blur blur"
Which I took for his consent.
X-Files, however, on a screen 15 feet away, looked just fine.