I've begun my one-doctor-a-day tour today. There are five to visit, so the considerable estimate is five days full of luscious events. I've decided to start safe, that is, with a doctor who doesn't have the right to stick anything into me on the pretext of what they call a routine procedure. And so I went to the ophthalmologist. Actually, optician is more like it since I couldn't shake the impression the person was not really examining my troubled eyesight properly. I wonder if she even sensed that five-minute stay of mine..
Picture this, I walk in and see a spectacled lady in her late fifties, swathed in a pinching white coat, looking rather absent-minded and far from talkative. I immediately conjured up an image of drool emerging in the corner of her mouth and oozing on the sterile floor. Drop by drop, in a leisurely, vegetable manner.. Sound included: a leaking tap! Naturally, all this in technicolor and dolby surround..
I don't think one can possibly say fewer words to anyone than the lady did to me, a mere set of instructions. Still, I didn't go there for a chat, so I turned a blind eye. Besides, the almost-muteness in question was kind of in accordance with the first impression I had about the doctor. Now, onwards to the surprise-surprise. Whenever she cared to open her mouth in my general direction, what she uttered contained.. a diminutive! She was like: "Now put your little chin upon this thingy.." Can you imagine what effect it produced in the lightness of her unapproachable appearance? What a clash! As much as I detest diminutives, this experience was electrifying!
Can you examine someone's sight in five minutes then? Well, opinions differ. And all these are my opinions, which makes the whole thing rather puzzling. First, I was shown a picture out of focus, then it appeared in focus, just to get out of focus again. Afterwards, there was that curious light in my eyes for a few seconds. Taking into account the lady's questionable body language (not much other language to consider..) and how jaded and (therefore) unconvincing she looked, I thought all this was a game of make-believe conducted by means of random tools. And all this just to fool me into believing I was actually being taken care of. But then, all of a sudden, she put those trial lenses on my nose ridge and.. Wow! I could seeeee! Magic? Tremendous guessing work on the doctor's part? Or simply years of experience I took for.. something else? Well, this little event should probably make me stop judging by appearances.. But you know? No. I revel in it.
Picture this, I walk in and see a spectacled lady in her late fifties, swathed in a pinching white coat, looking rather absent-minded and far from talkative. I immediately conjured up an image of drool emerging in the corner of her mouth and oozing on the sterile floor. Drop by drop, in a leisurely, vegetable manner.. Sound included: a leaking tap! Naturally, all this in technicolor and dolby surround..
I don't think one can possibly say fewer words to anyone than the lady did to me, a mere set of instructions. Still, I didn't go there for a chat, so I turned a blind eye. Besides, the almost-muteness in question was kind of in accordance with the first impression I had about the doctor. Now, onwards to the surprise-surprise. Whenever she cared to open her mouth in my general direction, what she uttered contained.. a diminutive! She was like: "Now put your little chin upon this thingy.." Can you imagine what effect it produced in the lightness of her unapproachable appearance? What a clash! As much as I detest diminutives, this experience was electrifying!
Can you examine someone's sight in five minutes then? Well, opinions differ. And all these are my opinions, which makes the whole thing rather puzzling. First, I was shown a picture out of focus, then it appeared in focus, just to get out of focus again. Afterwards, there was that curious light in my eyes for a few seconds. Taking into account the lady's questionable body language (not much other language to consider..) and how jaded and (therefore) unconvincing she looked, I thought all this was a game of make-believe conducted by means of random tools. And all this just to fool me into believing I was actually being taken care of. But then, all of a sudden, she put those trial lenses on my nose ridge and.. Wow! I could seeeee! Magic? Tremendous guessing work on the doctor's part? Or simply years of experience I took for.. something else? Well, this little event should probably make me stop judging by appearances.. But you know? No. I revel in it.
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