I hate going to the eye doctor. Actually I hate going to any kind of doctor. Good news is my eyes came back with a clean bill of health, my contact prescription is the same (Whoo Hoo! My sight has stopped deteriorating!), and I have several boxes of contacts and new lenses for my glasses on the way. Aside from taking a rrrrreeeeeeeaaaaaaalllllllyyyyy looooooooooooong time, and looking like this all day . . .
. . . it was not that bad. Though that eye numbing stuff always makes me feel kind of woozy, probably because I know they are numbing it so they can touch my eyeball! The only thing that should ever touch my eyeball is my own finger with a contact lens perched on the end.
I still remember my first visit to the eye doctor when I was five. My clearest memory is the doctor having me put on these special glasses and then look at a hologram of a butterfly. Having a dad in the laser-techno world means I have grown up with a lot of cool and unusual stuff; including holograms. Our conversation went something like this,
Dr: “Here, put these on and look at this”
Me: puts on glasses and looks at three-dimensional butterfly.
Dr: “Can you see it?”
Me: “Yes”
Dr: “Can you touch it?”
Me: “No, you can’t touch it”
Dr: “Why can’t you touch it?”
Me: “it’s a hologram.”
Up to that point the Doctor kept trying to get me to touch it, when the word hologram came out of my mouth he turned to mom a bit surprised. “Her dad works with lasers and holograms.” After a bit more coaxing from the eye doctor I did finally wave my hand over the butterfly. How embarrassing, waving my hand over a hologram like a silly little kid. But, embarrassment aside, I walked out of there with perfect vision, those funky film sunglasses, and two gift certificates to a local ice cream shop. Now I have to go to the eye doctor for vision correction without the reward of ice cream, *sigh* growing up loses so many fun perks.
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