A Visit to the Eye Doctor

Now, I want to say right off the bat that I am not complaining. This blog entry is about love.

I wait and wait before going to the eye doctor. I don’t enjoy the poking in my eyes and the chemical drops and all that. I confess I avoid all medical doctors like the plague.

Over the weekend, I had a few odd eye things happen so Monday morning I called for an appointment. I asked if they could fit me in that day. The receptionist said, "Yes." She said,"Yes," instead of: “Sorry we can’t fit you in for two months.”

So I had an appointment that very morning.

The first thing the eye doctor said to me was: “There’s no need to wait for office hours to call. You call us right away. That’s what we’re here for.”

This eye doctor LOVES his work. He felt about lifting up my eyelids the way I feel about opening a good book. He was so focused on my eyes that after a while he didn’t respond at all to my attempts at humor.

It turned out that my eye is fine, something that should take care of itself within a month.

He gave me his card and told me to call him next time any hour of the day or night. How many people tell you that?!!

There were only two things not optimum about this visit to the eye doctor, however:

After he was finished and took me out to the reception area, he was so excited about what his next patient’s eyes might look like through all the lenses he looks through, he turned around and didn’t say goodbye to me. Left without a word. I realized that we hadn’t bonded. He didn't care about me at all! All he was interested in was my pair of brown eyes.

The second much more important thing was that, in my going through everything in my house, I had come across the snazziest pair of sunglasses ever known to man. I’m telling you, you never saw any like them.

I will try to describe these sunglasses, although they are indescribable. Oval gold frames. Purple glass in a harlequin shape set into the oval shape. Naturally, there are gaps of empty space where there isn't glass.

Oh, I know what, I’ll take a photo of these one of a kind sunglasses. I love unusual things, don’t you? So what that my daughter was appalled when I showed them to her.

But here’s the tragedy. One of the ear pieces had fallen off these sensational sunglasses. I had meant to take them with me to the eye doctor to get them put back together, and, alas, I forgot to take them with me.