I went to the eye doctor today, and learned I am closer to my dream of becoming Mr. Peanut getting a monocle. Soon, but not yet. Blast.
I love when they shine the lights in your eyes, flip the lens about and ask, “better or worse?” And by love I mean hate.
Then when then announce what you’ve already confirmed – that your eyes are slowly getting worse (damn you, astigmatism). You noticed this already because late at night you have to squint to see street signs, and because from far away tongues get mistaken for goatees.
I blame the computer. However, at least I get some new specs from the deal.
Another highlight from the visit was when the doctor announced my left eye was severely scratched (I’m blaming the dust on this one), and then said perhaps I am allergic to Sarnia.
Again, already confirmed.
Most people hate the dentist, I dislike the eye doctor.
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