I just returned from the eye doctor and am fuzzy visioned at best. Please excuse any typos. I become a nervous wreck when I have to do that test where you punch a mouse when you see the light flash. It makes me so jumpy I'm pressing out of anticipation, and seeing lights all over the place. And keeping my eye on the middle light is a tough challenge when my eye wants to search the field and seek and destroy. This must be similar to video games where the player is shooting the enemy with lightning speed. I find all my competitive instincts warring with the knowledge that this is supposed to be an accurate assessment of my field of vision TO HELP ME. Oops!
I guess I went a little crazy, but anyway, though I needed a new prescription for my glasses, all was well, and I treated myself to new sunglasses in green and regular glasses in turquoise. My old ones were so ancient he couldn't find the records. I'm sick of them, and in a week or so I'll be a whole new woman. Or something.
While I was waiting in the room for the tests, another lady my age began joking about filling out the forms, and we had a nice conversation for a few minutes. How delightful these serendipedous encounters can be. Instead of patients, we became interesting individuals for a few minutes, flexing our humanity in the face of waiting rooms and shuffling offices. It's instinctive to insist that we have senses of humor, and can be good natured, but also appreciate that little bit of acknowledgement we gift each other with. Aren't people amazing?!
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