Seeing Everything More Clearly

Another day, another entry. Just trying to keep you up to date on all of my comings and goings.

Yesterday I got the privilege of going to the optometrist. I only call it a privilege because my appointment cost $70.00! Why I didn’t just take that money and get a haircut, I don’t know, but I have been thinking for a while that I should get my eyes checked as it had been a while (5+ years) since I last got them looked at.

Now for all of you who have been to the optometrist understand the extreme pressure that is put on you during your eye examination. I am always somewhat paranoid that I will fail the exam and end up with incredibly thick lenses. Yesterday was no different.

I am beginning to think that I suffer from a weird form of dyslexia. I fully recognized each and every letter that I was asked to read, however, at the last minute my brain thought it was obviously funny to send a message to my mouth to say another letter. So even though I knew it was a ‘C’, my mouth just said ‘X’. (They don’t even sound or look alike!) Although I was wearing my most professional outfit of the week, and the optometrist and I had just discussed my professional job, I still came out looking stupid. I quickly corrected myself with the letter misstep, but this not so funny joke happened another two times!

So once the examination was finished, and I had chosen between all the different lenses, the optometrist announced that my eyes really hadn’t changed much, and the decision to get new glasses was totally optional. But this is the part where I really think something went wrong.

The doctor flipped through a few dials, and showed me what my current prescription was. It was completely burry. With a few more flips he then showed what my new prescription would look like, and I could finally see again. The doctor commented, “So you don’t really need to get new glasses. As you can see the change between your current prescription and new prescription really is minimal.” I didn’t say anything about the drastic change in vision.

I thanked the doctor, picked up my prescription and went on my way, thinking that maybe the angles had known about my poor vision and has inspired the whole trip.

With my return home tonight, I really will be alone, as Jenny is leaving for the future this afternoon. What am I going to do alone, I am not sure. Last time my roommates left me for another city, I was sick and the Spin the Bottle party I had organized sadly was cancelled. (In reality, I had only threatened to organize that party.)

Good luck with your day. Stay out of trouble, and don’t take any wooden nickels.

As Always,