Any color will do, as long as it’s not red.
I am a genius at avoiding doctors and tooting along, afloat on a sea of pain, until such time as the body part in question actually falls off and I have to get it Crazy-Glued back on.
A couple of months ago I mentioned these damned eye troubles, which I had checked out by the local optometrist, who said it was just a little eyestrain. At the time, some of my intelligent, perceptive readers suggested that I should go see an opthamologist. And I told them to shut up. In my head, I told them that.
But here I am, in 2007, and my condition has not spontaneously resolved itself. I pay for any time spent on the computer with watery, bloodshot eyes. My eyes burn as if I have not blinked in months. And yet blinking is one of my favorite pastimes. I look like a stoned basset hound. I am none of those things. Yesterday I foolishly wrote for an hour without taking a break, and later that day, driving Henry home, had to pull over because my eyes were tearing so badly that I couldn’t see. As I have learned, you need to see in order to drive. As the tears shot out of my eyes, soaking my scarf, puddling in my shoes, I thought, hmm, maybe I should see a doctor?
All of which is to say that I’ll be back next week, I hope with some fresh new eyes. Maybe they’ll be hazel!










February 1, 2007
Reader Comments (34)
Why do I tell you this? B/c your eyes may hurt, but if you tell Henry about it he'll probably "take care" of you and give you some good stories to share with us...
Good luck at the ophthalmogist's!
Good luck to you!
Good luck, Alice.
HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON (couldn't put it in font 35, but maybe you can use the "ZOOM")
I made homemade granola last night and SWEET CHRIST ON A CRACKER I'm in love with it. I've had three bowls today, and don't feel that it's the least bit excessive.