I am terribly far behind on my work.
Going to the eye doctor is possibly the most annoying process I've ever experienced. They take out my contacts and I then have no idea what is going on in the room. They flip different lenses up and down. They say, "Read this line." I explain that I can't read any of the letters. They ask me to try anyway. I squint at the blurs and try to make shapes. I take a guess. It's obviously the wrong letter, because they go, "Oookay" before I can get to any of the other letters.
After several minutes of this process, they determine that my eyes have indeed gotten worse. They give me a new pair of contacts and instruct me to cover my left eye with my left hand and read the letters. I ponder whether or not it would affect the process at all if I used my right hand. Then I attempt to read the letters. Thankfully, I can make out the first two. I read them. They celebrate. They assume that if I can read the first two, I must be able to read them all. I can't.
It doesn't seem to matter.
I spent the evening watching my sister's cheerleading competition. They came in first in the district. It was actually rather impressive.
After several minutes of this process, they determine that my eyes have indeed gotten worse. They give me a new pair of contacts and instruct me to cover my left eye with my left hand and read the letters. I ponder whether or not it would affect the process at all if I used my right hand. Then I attempt to read the letters. Thankfully, I can make out the first two. I read them. They celebrate. They assume that if I can read the first two, I must be able to read them all. I can't.
It doesn't seem to matter.
I spent the evening watching my sister's cheerleading competition. They came in first in the district. It was actually rather impressive.