24 Mar 2010

R: My friend Y arrived back in NYC after a brief vacation in Berlin last week, but I hadn't seen her because of my trip to Florida. I finally got a hold of her yesterday only to find that she was heading back out of the country for a business trip to Hong Kong, and that's how I found myself back at the church community group in FiDi for dinner and spiritual discussion. Ha.

After dinner and such, Y and I decided to head back up to my neighborhood to grab a drink. Y wanted to stop by her office, which is only a couple of blocks from my apartment, to pick up some bags. She even offered me one of the prototypes she had helped design but that never made it to market. It's not really my normal taste in purses but why would I turn it down? Fashion isn't that important to me but the fact that it's her work is pretty cool.

C: I had my annual eye check-up late this afternoon. Eye doctor appointments are probably my least favorite health checks, probably because they are the one type of doctors that don't give me a perfect bill of health. A student from the New England College of Optometry was working with my doctor this time, and she seemed to be doing everything double time. If I already wasn't feeling great since this morning, her examination certainly did not help: "does one or two look better?" Two. "two or three?" Two. "two or four?" Four. "four of five?" (Again?) "four of five?" About the same. "Five or six?" Six looks terrible. "Oh, you're too good, I'm trying to blur your vision."

WTF. After that nauseating checkup, my doctor dropped the dilating solution into my eyes. Within 20 minutes, my pupils were enormous, and after another quick series of dizzying tests, they sent me home. I had to take a nap because I eventually couldn't focus on anything. If I didn't know any better, I'd think they were a self-sustaining business, ruining my eyes so that I keep going to them year after year...