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A Woman's Guide To The Universe

I See What Is Going On With The Eye Doctors

I can see what is going on with the eye doctors whenever I go for an exam. I was amazed when I found out my new glasses prescription is EXACTLY the same as the one from 2008.

In medical terms, this means that I have dropped from Level Blind As A Bat to Level Mr. Magoo, and can safely pet small shrubs at night, thinking they are kitties. Granted, a Margarita was involved when this happened, but I did pet the little shrub, and say, “Nice kitty.”

Proving that even though I may have been a little tipsy, and more than a little blind, I am still a good person.

mr magoo and eye doctors on Chezgigi.com

What is the cause of this turning back of time to better eyesight?

Could it be the disgusting chunks of kale and spinach I put in my green smoothies? The astragalus I take to lengthen my Telomeres ’cause Dr. Oz Sez So?

Perhaps it’s my incomparable joie de vivre and youthful spirits, or the fact that I read Dave Barry who embraces immaturity the way an addict embraces heroin.

All these questions leave us with a few answers, such as the fact that Telomeres is a great name for a rock band, unless The Ventures have already recorded a song by that title.

Maybe my eye doctor is a doofus who will cause me to get into a terrible car accident because I can’t see the stop signs.

Note to tourists: Be advised of Magoo warnings on the roads of Vegas.

My eye doctor, whom I went to see about a month ago, because it had been three years since I’d been to one, was not an Urban Myth. I have been half-convinced for several years that doctors have all been phased out, and are being kept in a vault in New Mexico. (Maybe Medicine Bend?)

There, they are fed and cared for by the government with our tax dollars. This is happening in case we’re invaded by aliens or destroyed by other means, and Congress needs the doctors for themselves.

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Go to any practice (I wish they’d stop practicing and just get good, already) and you may never see a doctor. You will see lots and lots of young women, who were born sometime after your midlife crisis, and have the power to totally ignore everything you’ve told them.

This is because they’re wondering which bar they’ll go to that night.

These young women have full message extensions at work, spewing desperate words of plea, ‘Please call me. My insurance company hasn’t received my information yet.’ These young women will never return your frantic calls. They are not being paid to do that. Just ask them.

Eventually, you may get to spend some time with a man or woman who has certificates and diplomas on the  office walls. My eye doctor told me (after I posed the question) in no uncertain terms, that I would need eye surgery sometime in the future. He also said my eyes were ten years younger than I.

This was odd; I know I’m older than my teeth and hair, but my eyes?

(Actually, he said my eyes were that of a person ten years younger, and I asked him to introduce me to this person so that I’d know what I was looking at when I’m not around.)

After I decided to be gratified for this quasi-good news, he gave me my prescription and I went on my way. He didn’t give the eye test. One of those young women did. I think I saw a total of three or four young women before and after I saw the doc for my Federally Mandated Five Minutes With a Doctor.

I tried to memorize the eye chart so I could get 20/15 vision, but thought of it too late. I shouted out the final answers, while I was wearing the high-powered eye doc thingy that looks like something an arch-enemy of Spiderman might wear.

If I hadn’t asked (remember kids, Never Ask, Never Tell) if I was right about the final letter on the chart, written for a person who was obviously subjected to radiation in the womb and now has superpowers, the Young Woman Who Administers Eye Tests may have given me the 20/15 rating, but I blew it.

 

I also discovered who got the concession for street signs. When signs aren’t hidden by overhanging trees, or behind walls, they’re occasionally visible to oncoming motorists, but only if people park at the curb, get out of their car, and walk over to read the sign.

Street signs are written for radioactive superheros.

It was eye doctors all along who got the concession, showing real entrepreneurial spirit. Plumbers showed this spirit too, when they designed pipes small enough to capture three strands of hair at a time, which eventually will plug your drain.

This is what makes America great. Making sure consumers need you, that’s what.

It’s the Circle of Life.

The moral of this story is, just use your old prescription from six years ago, and save yourself some time.

Caveat: You have to drink chunks of kale, though.

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3 Comments

  1. WOLFMAN

    I thank God every day for your Love and companionship. If the fact of you being a little on the blind side help’s, so be it.

  2. Hmmm. Young women born after your midlife crisis – . You’d think they’d have some sympathy for (if not knowledge of) our complaints simply because we might remind them of their mothers. Being ignored is horrible but I experienced something worse. Twelve years ago I underwent the dreaded blood test, mammogram and intimate delvings for a feminine health examination. When I returned for the report, a young female doctor (?) rudely told me to come back when I could speak Spanish better or with a translator (which is quite expensive as you have to pay them for waiting time, as well). She said all this in PERFECT English! I was so humiliated and miffed that I never went back. Since I am still alive, I guess the tests were OK. Oh – my optometrist is Spanish but loves to show off her good English. Times are a-changing, hopefully.

    • gigi wolf

      That is unconscionable. How would she like to be treated that way over here? I know many Americans feel this way, but for a doctor who speaks perfect English to do it. Too bad you couldn’t leave a succinct review of her on the internet.

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