Holy cow. I had an 8:30 am appointment to get my eyes examined. I was previously diagnosed wit carataconus or however you spell it. So I wanted to go to a specialist and get it really looked at. My appointment was to be at 8:30 am. They didnt have me down even though my handy dandy little appointment card showed otherwise. But they took me anyway. So after about 45 minutes, I finally got beyond the waiting population in the lobby to the waiting population in the rooms.
As normal in most places, they send in the prep guy. After going through all the normal “prep guy” stuff, he left me and said it wouldn’t be long. Really? Unfortunately, I needed to go to the restroom. So, I just left and went to the bathroom. Came back about five minutes later. No one missed me. Seems the doctor was running way behind. Amazing.
So after a few text messages, the seeing eye doctor came in and gave me an exam. Apparently my carataconus is extremely mild. But because my vision is junked up with extreme nearsightedness and astigmatism, my contacts may need to go from soft to hard. And the price range automatically goes into high gear. What a blessing.
Add to that, the dilated my eyes today. That means everything looks like I slept in my contacts by accident and then smeared peanut butter on em. In fact, I am having a tough time reading what I am writing hear. What a neat day this has turned out to be. By the way, from start to finish, the eye exam was 2 hours and 45 minutes in duration. Can someone please put in a drive through window?