I see. No, really...I can see again.
Sep. 21st, 2006 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pen_gruntI went to the eye doctor today. I have to say that I'm not the best when it comes to doing the yearly maintenance appointments (with the exception of my physical). I suppose my laziness is motivated by negative reinforcement. I would go to the doctors/dentists to avoid pain, but (knock on wood) I've never had a cavity, and I've never had any eye disease--nor anything else that really needed fixing (aside from my ears...oh lord, the ears). I have eye appointments, dentist appointments, and dress-fittings scheduled all in the next week.
So I go to the eye doctor today. They ask me to take out my contacts, as per normal. Without my contacts, I'm pretty much useless. I don't know if there's a greater feeling of helplessness than being made to wait in a room where you can't see anything--or you can almost-sorta see things, but not quite--for an extended period of time. I sit through several very rude, humorless assistants (come on...even if they aren't funny, you can give an appreciative "huh" to my attempts at humor--really, it's for YOUR benefit, not mine). They say that doctor whatshisname will be in shortly.
And I'm waiting again. The doctor comes in. I chat with the blurry doctor. He's quite nice...asks me the standard questions...
He slides in front of me to begin his exam and puts on the little owl-lens thingie that makes me see clearly again.
1. It's a miracle!
2. I let out an unintentional gasp because I discover suddenly (with the gift of sight) that the doctor is really, really freaking handsome.
He notices and gives me a big smile and a gratuitous, "It's nice to see again isn't it?"
Missy's thought: "Yeah, nice to finally see YOU Doctor Whatshisnamehandsomeman." I'm sure he gets this all the time--he has to, he's really quite gorgeous.
Yes Doctor whatsyourname, I'll be good. No, I won't sleep in my contacts anymore. Yes, I'll throw them away after a month. I'll be a good vision-challenged girl, I promise.
Ahh, the power of beauty and sight. Methinks I finally found a regular eye doctor that I can make a point to go see once a year.
So I go to the eye doctor today. They ask me to take out my contacts, as per normal. Without my contacts, I'm pretty much useless. I don't know if there's a greater feeling of helplessness than being made to wait in a room where you can't see anything--or you can almost-sorta see things, but not quite--for an extended period of time. I sit through several very rude, humorless assistants (come on...even if they aren't funny, you can give an appreciative "huh" to my attempts at humor--really, it's for YOUR benefit, not mine). They say that doctor whatshisname will be in shortly.
And I'm waiting again. The doctor comes in. I chat with the blurry doctor. He's quite nice...asks me the standard questions...
He slides in front of me to begin his exam and puts on the little owl-lens thingie that makes me see clearly again.
1. It's a miracle!
2. I let out an unintentional gasp because I discover suddenly (with the gift of sight) that the doctor is really, really freaking handsome.
He notices and gives me a big smile and a gratuitous, "It's nice to see again isn't it?"
Missy's thought: "Yeah, nice to finally see YOU Doctor Whatshisnamehandsomeman." I'm sure he gets this all the time--he has to, he's really quite gorgeous.
Yes Doctor whatsyourname, I'll be good. No, I won't sleep in my contacts anymore. Yes, I'll throw them away after a month. I'll be a good vision-challenged girl, I promise.
Ahh, the power of beauty and sight. Methinks I finally found a regular eye doctor that I can make a point to go see once a year.
