cause I always sit next to someone breast feeding or eating a hot dog.
POST FROM Saturday, January 08, 2005
OUCH DOCTOR..
I just came back from my Ophthalmologist appointment, it all went wrong. I have been using glasses since high school, but not all the time, just to study, drive and study. As we speak I am glassless. My eyes have experienced a normal, yet important high risky transformation during these two years prior this new visit. Of course you know me, neither do I keep a hairdresser, nor I visit the same doctor twice. I have to say, this one I'll be coming back. Not because he scared the shit out of me by saying how bad my vision got, but for just explaining that I don't need to take better care of your eyes, they are going to get worst whatever I do. That was somehow a relief. Um yes, a relief.
I wished other things in my life could work that way. I guess I wouldn't care much if I knew before hand they were supposed to come out that way. I would explain to people "It's OK, it was supposed to happen that way, it was already written, it was DESTINY. Can you spell DESTINY? Destiny exists haven't you heard. That paper work was supposed to get lost, that's why I made cigarettes out of it, I'm extremely productive remember, that's why you Sir hired me. NO NO NO. Never.
Now I have to re-think, re-capitulate about my standings in Prior Future Knowledge. Do I want PFK or not?
Today my doc, is it "my" if I just met the guy this morning?, he said it's going to get worst, that's the first time a doctor said the truth to me, and I gotta admit I love PFK rather than SNEUW (speculations never end up well).
Speaking about the appointment, I got there almost dry because of course it had to start raining after I had gotten out of the car. I had never taken my eyes pressure that way before, I explained to him that I would pass out if he touch my eyes with that tiny light, but he insisted. He reach to get my eyes, placed some liquid on my checks and after the whole bottle was about to get empty and the truthful doctor was about to loose it, the liquid liquidated over my corneas. The pain wasn't so bad, it felt just like when you forget a door open and you hit your face with it, except that this door had needles all over and my eyes assumed all the hit. After that he offered me a tissue. One single slide of a very small tissue. Another productive human being I thought. Like Economizing on the tissues will grant you another diploma on your wall.
Doc: "Put your head on this plastic now, I'm going to touch your eyes with this thing that looks like a pencil for just a second". Me: "I'll pass out". Doc: "Put your head.." Me: (I can't believe where I am) Doc: (this is going to take five days) Me: (you bet) Okay Doc: See how it's approaching, DON'T! Me: I've got instincts (*insert hysteric laugh here*) Doc: Yeah, coward instincts. Me: (Inverse psychology I hate you)
I couldn't count for how long I resisted until he held my head onto the plastic himself, like you ain't gonna spend a whole bottle of anesthesia for nothing. But my eyes pressure finally was fine, and he didn't loose it. Amazing. When I had walked into the office I shacked his hand, when I left he was like give me five you, and I, I was like I had been traumatized for the rest of my life.
8/13/05 - It's probably not a great idea not to go to your medical appoitment when you get the best job they could have probably offered you, just because you want to mantein that perfect record of never taking a blood test.
