Not having seen properly for the past three years, it was time to give in and actually go to the optician and get my slowly approaching blindness confirmed.
She should not have given me candy first thing. Just saying. In all fairness she is not a paediatrician and may not know the tricks of the candy-as-a-reward procedure, but she'll hopefully know next time that the candy is at the final stage.
Or this will happen:
Optician lady who gave me candy (concerned): Uhm. You basically see nothing. At all.
Me (upbeat and on a sugar high): Oh. OK! Can I have more candy now?
Optician lady who gave me candy (still concerned): Do your current glasses actually make any difference?
Me (getting slightly bored): Yeah, they're Ralph Lauren.
Optician lady who gave me candy (rolling her eyes in the dark room): Right.... Do you not find yourself bumping into things a lot?
Me (hopeful): If I say yes, do I get more candy?
Optician lady who gave me candy (irritated): You must be struggling with sitting in front of a computer all day?
Me (disappointed): So no more candy then?
In the end, after making me sit still, Optician Lady confirmed what we all now - the blurriness in my eye sight is not necessarily immediately linked to the blurriness in my head. New glasses it was. Quilted leather Chanel ones even.
It's like I'm smarter already.
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| Look how smart I am! |
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