Being a procrastinator I decided I had waited long enough to visit my eye Doctor. One eye had been bothering me for a while.
Yesterday I was sitting in the eye Doctor’s chair, and getting a pretty good exam. That’s when he mentioned to me that he could see a small problem with my retina. He told me not to be concerned, but to be safe he wanted me to see a retina specialist. Fortunately the specialist could see me asap.
At the specialist office a nurse greeted me. She then poured what seemed like gallons of eye drops into each eye. I waited fifteen minutes, and the nurse poured more drops into each eye. By now my eyeballs felt as though they had been massaged with sandpaper. They were burning, and tearing awful. I sat in the waiting room another fifteen minutes, and the nurse asked me to get up, and follow her. By now I was really having trouble seeing. My eyeballs were so dilated I could barely see the floor. Everything was a blur. I held the wall with my left hand, and my right hand held the nurses hand. I slowly walked down the hallway into an exam room.
After shining bright lights into my eyeballs, and playing with the images of my eyes on his computer the specialist told me that my retina had a small rupture, and would not need surgery, but that I should pay attention if my eyesight changed.
The exam was over and as I put my glasses on I noticed how difficult it was for me to see. All of those eye drops caused my eyes to become very sensitive. I had trouble seeing as the nurse held my hand while I walked out of the office. She asked me if I was ok to drive. I told her I would sit in my car, and wait for my eyes to clear before I drove home. I slowly walked to the parking lot.
After ten minutes my eyesight was no better, but I decided on driving anyway. I would drive real slow, and careful. As soon as I pulled into the traffic I knew I was in trouble. I could hardly see the traffic. Again, my glasses didn’t help either. They actually made seeing clearly more difficult.
I decided to stop at a Dunkin Donuts and wait until my eyesight came back.
As I sat in Dunkin Donuts I kept taking my glasses off and trying to focus my eyes. I rubbed them, and cursed the nurse for using all those drops. My pupils were dilated to the size of golf balls. They burned terribly, and I still could not see any better, even with my glasses on. Now I was getting worried. Perhaps the drops ruined my eyes.
I decided to drive to my own eye Doctor who I had seen earlier in the day. Maybe he can give me another opinion as to why I was so blind, even more when wearing glasses.
Slowly I drove to his office, and carefully entered his reception area. He could see that I was walking cautiously, and holding onto the walls as I sat down.
I explained to him what happened and asked him if he would examine my eyes. He was concerned and immediately took my hand and walked me to his office.
He took my glasses off and examined my eyes and informed me that he did not see anything unusual. Then he told me he wanted me to put my glasses on and read the eye chart on the wall in front of me.
“What eye chart?” I asked. “I can hardly see the wall.”
“Even with your glasses on?” He asked.
The Doctor was now concerned. He asked me to hand him my glasses, which I did.
That’s when I noticed.
“These aren’t mine,” I said to the Doc.
Who do they belong to?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” I answered
Just then my cell phone rang. It was my wife.
“You idiot,“ she yells.
“What’d I do now?” I asked. “And please, not now. I don’t need this shit. I lost my glasses, and I‘m as blind as a bat.” I told her.
“You are something else. “ She says. “The reason why you can’t see is because you’re wearing the retina, eye Doctors glasses. He called me because he couldn’t get you on your cell. He wants his glasses back because he can’t see his patients.”
I drove back to the specialist’s office and returned his eyeglasses.
“By mistake when you were leaving you picked up my glasses from my desk.” He said. “Here’s your glasses.” He handed me my pair. “As you can see, same color frames.”
He then told me that in twenty-two years of his practice no patient had ever walked out of his office wearing his glasses.
Yesterday I was sitting in the eye Doctor’s chair, and getting a pretty good exam. That’s when he mentioned to me that he could see a small problem with my retina. He told me not to be concerned, but to be safe he wanted me to see a retina specialist. Fortunately the specialist could see me asap.
At the specialist office a nurse greeted me. She then poured what seemed like gallons of eye drops into each eye. I waited fifteen minutes, and the nurse poured more drops into each eye. By now my eyeballs felt as though they had been massaged with sandpaper. They were burning, and tearing awful. I sat in the waiting room another fifteen minutes, and the nurse asked me to get up, and follow her. By now I was really having trouble seeing. My eyeballs were so dilated I could barely see the floor. Everything was a blur. I held the wall with my left hand, and my right hand held the nurses hand. I slowly walked down the hallway into an exam room.
After shining bright lights into my eyeballs, and playing with the images of my eyes on his computer the specialist told me that my retina had a small rupture, and would not need surgery, but that I should pay attention if my eyesight changed.
The exam was over and as I put my glasses on I noticed how difficult it was for me to see. All of those eye drops caused my eyes to become very sensitive. I had trouble seeing as the nurse held my hand while I walked out of the office. She asked me if I was ok to drive. I told her I would sit in my car, and wait for my eyes to clear before I drove home. I slowly walked to the parking lot.
After ten minutes my eyesight was no better, but I decided on driving anyway. I would drive real slow, and careful. As soon as I pulled into the traffic I knew I was in trouble. I could hardly see the traffic. Again, my glasses didn’t help either. They actually made seeing clearly more difficult.
I decided to stop at a Dunkin Donuts and wait until my eyesight came back.
As I sat in Dunkin Donuts I kept taking my glasses off and trying to focus my eyes. I rubbed them, and cursed the nurse for using all those drops. My pupils were dilated to the size of golf balls. They burned terribly, and I still could not see any better, even with my glasses on. Now I was getting worried. Perhaps the drops ruined my eyes.
I decided to drive to my own eye Doctor who I had seen earlier in the day. Maybe he can give me another opinion as to why I was so blind, even more when wearing glasses.
Slowly I drove to his office, and carefully entered his reception area. He could see that I was walking cautiously, and holding onto the walls as I sat down.
I explained to him what happened and asked him if he would examine my eyes. He was concerned and immediately took my hand and walked me to his office.
He took my glasses off and examined my eyes and informed me that he did not see anything unusual. Then he told me he wanted me to put my glasses on and read the eye chart on the wall in front of me.
“What eye chart?” I asked. “I can hardly see the wall.”
“Even with your glasses on?” He asked.
The Doctor was now concerned. He asked me to hand him my glasses, which I did.
That’s when I noticed.
“These aren’t mine,” I said to the Doc.
Who do they belong to?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” I answered
Just then my cell phone rang. It was my wife.
“You idiot,“ she yells.
“What’d I do now?” I asked. “And please, not now. I don’t need this shit. I lost my glasses, and I‘m as blind as a bat.” I told her.
“You are something else. “ She says. “The reason why you can’t see is because you’re wearing the retina, eye Doctors glasses. He called me because he couldn’t get you on your cell. He wants his glasses back because he can’t see his patients.”
I drove back to the specialist’s office and returned his eyeglasses.
“By mistake when you were leaving you picked up my glasses from my desk.” He said. “Here’s your glasses.” He handed me my pair. “As you can see, same color frames.”
He then told me that in twenty-two years of his practice no patient had ever walked out of his office wearing his glasses.
