8-14-98: A Trip to the Eye Doctor
Yesterday, I went to the optometrist. I had to sit in the waiting room and people darted in, & out, in & out, in & out. When my optometrist came out, he called out my name. When I was ushered into the hallway, he asked,"How are you?"
"Fine," was my bland reply.
The exam was all normal stuff, but I couldn't help thinking Geez, he's sure in a good mood today. He was all happy and teasing, & I swear I didn't remember him that way before. I ended up needing to order stronger lenses because, "You'll vision will get weaker as you grow, but when you stop growing, it'll probably level out."
The last part of the exam included me looking into some sort of contraption, and then a black thing whooshed into my right eye. And later, to my left eye. I'm still wondering what that was for...cleaning my eyes?...causing a mental frenzy of surprise?...dilate my pupils? What?
Then,(oh here comes the best part!)I got to pick out new glasses frames. This involved major scrutinization of all of them. Looking at some of the prices, I nudged my mom on the arm and whispered, "What's the price range you want me to buy from? I can look at the cheap ones..."
"No, no," my mother replied, "Your dad has money. Get whatever you want."
10 minutes of trying out frames...15 minutes...Feeling that I couldn't decide without consultation, I asked advice from the lady at the desk. She proceeded to make me try on 7 glasses, until she and my mom said, "The first one's the best!"
These frames are the very popular oval-shaped kind, and have a simple, but elegant design. The colors are brownish-bronze, and aren't too dark or too light.
Happy that they felt that way(they were my favorite), I walked out with my mom carrying out the hefty receipt, and my father looking a bit disgruntled(although, as my mom says, "He has money. Don't worry. He just doesn't like to use it alot.")