This is what? Day four, five – but who’s counting? All I know for sure is that I’m sitting in the eye doctor’s office, my pupils are dilated, and the time is slowly grinding by. I had a 4:15 appointment and it’s now 6:15 and…
Finally. I had already let them know I was unhappy at 5:45, but was told that “you have to allow at least two hours.” I grimaced. All I could actually see was that the time was slipping away.
I’m with the doc all of five minutes. We shake hands and I leave – or at least I head toward the elevator to make my exit. My eyes are so dilated I’m lucky I can focus on the button let alone the elevator door.
I walk in and push what I think is the first floor button – his office is in the basement level. I walk to the outside and the sun blinds me! I mean, I can’t see a thing even with a prominent squint. But I make it to the car and immediately put my sunglasses on and drive. Is this safe?
I get home and discover to my abysmal disappointment, “I’m unable to focus on anything! No books. No newspapers. Nothing. And I still can’t have a cigar yet!”