Eye Doctor
If you’ve never been to the eye doctor you should definitely go. I go one to two times a year and it’s quite the experience.
I leave at 3:00pm for my appointment, which is scheduled at 3:45pm. Fortunately for me it was raining and it was just my luck that the bus wasn’t showing up either. I didn’t have time for this dilly-dallying so I walked 15 minutes to the Don Mills bus stop. Drenched and tired I became very angry when I stepped on the bus and there were no seats available. Thankfully I only had about 5 stops to my doctor’s office.
I arrive 5 minutes early and give them my new address and take my seat beside a sleeping woman. There were two magazines: A lifestyle one and a home and garden one. Neither interested me, as I do not have a bathroom that needs decorating or a parlour that needs a makeover. There were also a couple of Dora the Explorer books and though Dora’s Pirate Adventure looked like a promising, engaging and stimulating read I wasn’t in the mood so I just sat staring at the posters on the wall telling me to “be patient”
I was led into one little office where I had to rest my chin on a machine and look at these stars then I had to shift over to another machine and get 3 puffs of air shot into both my eyes to test for glaucoma. I really haven’t the slightest clue what half the tests they do are for. They could tell me that they need to smear peanut butter on my eyes…I just don’t know.
I was done in the first little office and moved to a bigger office. This is the frightening office. It is covered in framed posters of eye diseases and information on all their symptoms. I guess they want to make you feel comfortable when you go into the room because nothing relaxes me more when I am at the optometrist than looking at all the potential eye diseases I could have.
In this room I had to look at those posters with all the letters to see if my sight is improving or getting worse and then she checked my peripheral vision. My prescription didn’t change, which I am happy about. I would prefer if my sight got better but I am content as long as it doesn’t get worse.
The doctor put two drops in both eyes that dilate my pupils and make everything fuzzy. I have to wait 20 minutes after these drops are put in my eyes and then she will check my eyes again. So, since I am near the mall I decided to walk around. Big mistake. Everyone looks like a blur. It’s quite the surreal experience. I try hard as I can to make out shapes and read signs but I can’t see anything. It is like being visual impaired temporarily.
I got back to the doctors office and my mom was waiting for me. I went into the big, scary-poster office and for the first time in 2 years I haven’t had an eye infection.
I still couldn’t see that well once my mom and I left the office. She stopped to get steeped tea (I guess mentioning steeped tea is somewhat pointless, but I’m writing this entry so I don’t care whether it’s superfluous information or not). By the time we arrived home my vision had just about returned.
Now I am home, still soggy and my eyes are a bit sore.
And….yeah.
I leave at 3:00pm for my appointment, which is scheduled at 3:45pm. Fortunately for me it was raining and it was just my luck that the bus wasn’t showing up either. I didn’t have time for this dilly-dallying so I walked 15 minutes to the Don Mills bus stop. Drenched and tired I became very angry when I stepped on the bus and there were no seats available. Thankfully I only had about 5 stops to my doctor’s office.
I arrive 5 minutes early and give them my new address and take my seat beside a sleeping woman. There were two magazines: A lifestyle one and a home and garden one. Neither interested me, as I do not have a bathroom that needs decorating or a parlour that needs a makeover. There were also a couple of Dora the Explorer books and though Dora’s Pirate Adventure looked like a promising, engaging and stimulating read I wasn’t in the mood so I just sat staring at the posters on the wall telling me to “be patient”
I was led into one little office where I had to rest my chin on a machine and look at these stars then I had to shift over to another machine and get 3 puffs of air shot into both my eyes to test for glaucoma. I really haven’t the slightest clue what half the tests they do are for. They could tell me that they need to smear peanut butter on my eyes…I just don’t know.
I was done in the first little office and moved to a bigger office. This is the frightening office. It is covered in framed posters of eye diseases and information on all their symptoms. I guess they want to make you feel comfortable when you go into the room because nothing relaxes me more when I am at the optometrist than looking at all the potential eye diseases I could have.
In this room I had to look at those posters with all the letters to see if my sight is improving or getting worse and then she checked my peripheral vision. My prescription didn’t change, which I am happy about. I would prefer if my sight got better but I am content as long as it doesn’t get worse.
The doctor put two drops in both eyes that dilate my pupils and make everything fuzzy. I have to wait 20 minutes after these drops are put in my eyes and then she will check my eyes again. So, since I am near the mall I decided to walk around. Big mistake. Everyone looks like a blur. It’s quite the surreal experience. I try hard as I can to make out shapes and read signs but I can’t see anything. It is like being visual impaired temporarily.
I got back to the doctors office and my mom was waiting for me. I went into the big, scary-poster office and for the first time in 2 years I haven’t had an eye infection.
I still couldn’t see that well once my mom and I left the office. She stopped to get steeped tea (I guess mentioning steeped tea is somewhat pointless, but I’m writing this entry so I don’t care whether it’s superfluous information or not). By the time we arrived home my vision had just about returned.
Now I am home, still soggy and my eyes are a bit sore.
And….yeah.