Originally Posted: April 6, 2007
This thing is going to suck. I'm not even going to act as if any part of this is going to be good. So why am I doing it? That's a good question and I'm glad I asked it. It has just occured to me that I haven't written anything all week. And I think I know why.
I've been having an exceptionally good week. Usually I write these when things are just 'eh or worse. The writing helps me feel better. Or if something really cool happens, I'll tell you about that. Like the whole Jamba Juice journey last week.
I just don't know what there is to tell you about. Sure there was Monday. The softball game that I played that I didn't really play in and the the fun adventure filled night I had. Or Tuesday's bowling adventure. Where I just went to hang out and the whole hand in the pocket story. Then buying Legends of Wrestling for $10. (Actually, Legends of Wrestling probably deserves it's own web log. I'll do that after I've played it a bit more.)
Wednesday, who could forget about Wednesday and the fun time I had at the Fun Park getting my country on. That was just awesome.
Then there was all of Thursday's adventures, excluding my eye appointment. More bowling fun, another Jamba Juice adventure, The Office party where we bought balloons and streamers after the show because there was no time before, the trip to Chili's that occured out of thin air and everything concluding by me watching Lost by myself.
All of that stuff was boring though in comparison to my eye appointment. My eye appointment was the greatest. Everyone wants to hear about that. Not that other stuff.
Let's end this disclaimer and just jump right into it.
Sweet! A parking spot along side the road. Not only that, but it was the one right in front of the eye place. I couldn't have been any closer. The fact that I only got there two minutes before my appointment was now a mute point. I was right in front of the vision center. It would only take me 5 seconds to walk in.
Whoa! There was so many people. There was like four and two more came in after me. Seven people and a little baby at an eye place. That has to be unheard of. The front desk lady asked what I needed.
"Appointement. 1:45. Marty." That's nearly what I said.
"All. Right. He's. Got. To. Help. This. Guy. Then. He'll. Be. With. You." That is not what she said, but she should have.
He helped the guy with some sun glasses that he had ordered a week before. Made some joke about how the case was a different brand than the glasses. Then told me to come with him.
He sat me in a chair. Asked me to if I could see some letters. I said yes. He said all right come in here and take your contacts. All right I said. He never had me read the letters.
I took my contacts out. Went and sat back in the chair. He put a couple more letters in front of me. He asked if I could see them. Said better or worse a couple of times too. Never once asked me to actually read the letters.
The letters were done with. He shined some bright lights in my eyes. Puts those numbing drops in my eyes. Those drops are so cool. He does something. Eye pressure of 12 he says. Fifteen is average and below is the way to go. Cool I say. He somehow checks the back of my eyes. Back of the eye is clean. I try to clean them out everyday I say. He laughs unusually hard at such a lame joke.
That's it he says. You can go put your contacts back in. I do just that. I still can't feel my eye. So that makes putting them in a little more difficult. I found out later, when I regained feeling, that one was in backwards.
You want the same contacts he asked. Yep I say. All right. How many? He asks. Four boxes would last a year he tells me. Four sounds good I say. Four it is he said.
I go back to front desk lady. She asks for a number to call for when the contacts come in. I give it to her. All right. You're done here she says. Ok. Thank you I said. I walk out the door. Sweet I parked right in front. I forgot.
I told you that was going to suck. But that is all I did this week so deal with it.
Song of the Web Log:
'Mr. E's Beautiful Blues' by Eels
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