Up the Spout Again

I went recently for my annual eye exam with my ophthalmologist.

Dr. Eyes is experienced and optimistic, with a pleasant bedside manner. I love the way she always ends the exam with "I don't see any diabetes in your eyes."

She doesn't ever seem to really remember me though. I suppose that's a good thing in some respects - it means my eyes don't trouble her and that I'm one of those once-a-year people she enjoys who seem to have their diabetes in check.

She always seems delightedly surprised that we see the same endocrinologist and, if I mention being a singer, often tells me of her grown daughter who studied flute.

Eye exams for me are always long and tiring. Two hours of sitting bored in a room on a good day if they are moving quickly. By the time I've looked in every one of their machines and finally see the doc, I'm just ready for my pat on the back and want to get home.

We were just finishing the final check - with the large lens and the bright light where she studied the backs of each eye. Right eye, check. Left eye...