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Yakity yak, don't talk back

I went to the ophthalmologist today for my yearly checkup.

The diagnosis: I still have the same number of eyes I had at this time last year. Yay!

I really like going to the ophthalmologist, and I don't know why that is. I dread going to the dentist and I have no particular fondness for other doctor's appointments, but I look forward to eye appointments and the opportunity to show off my letter-reading skills and to see the veins on the inside of my eye when a light gets flashed on it.

The only thing that bothered me was that the ophthalmology assistant (or whatever her title is) had me remove my contacts to do the first set of tests, then I had to go across the hall to wait for the ophthalmologist. When he came in, he started talking and chattering at me right away, but I found it hard to carry on a conversation with this big colorful blob. I'd had a chance to see the assistant clearly before taking out my contacts, but this was a new blob and I couldn't remember what he looked like from last year. He was just a big blur, like a television criminal! It's very uncomfortable talking to someone whose face you can't see. I just sort of mumbled my greetings shyly while squinting at him and praying that he would come closer. Then once he let me put my contacts back in, I couldn't stop talking. I bet he introduces himself in blob-form just to shut us patients up!

srah - Wednesday, 29 November 2006 - 8:35 PM
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Comments (1)

gravatar Denzylle - November 30, 2006 - 1:26 PM -

Just like dentists who start conversations when your mouth is totally numb and clamped open.

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