I finally broke down and visited the eye doctor yesterday.
I’ve known for some time that I need glasses but I kept putting it off and putting it off.
Because I sorta HATE the idea of having to wear glasses.
I’m near sighted, you see.
So I can see my computer screen just fine but street signs?
Not so much.
Everything is ever so blurry for me.
The thing is, I have had glasses before.
I just always lose them somehow.
Misplaced.
I may need to get gorkies to keep the glasses around my neck where I won’t lose them.
I’m such an old fuddy duddy right now.
So there I am, sitting in the chair in the doctor’s office.
The doctor has put that big contraption in front of my face and that’s when it happened.
He took a good long stare at my cleavage.
Perhaps he thought I wouldn’t see with that huge piece of equipment in front of me, but I DID.
And I got a little grossed out by it.
And I could see him sneak peeks periodically.
So much so that when he stood up to put drops in my eyes, I LITERALLY BEGGED THE UNIVERSE TO NOT LET HIM TOUCH ME.
And he didn’t.
So there you have it.
Sometimes, the universe listens to my silent pleas.
Makes me glad I have a female eye doctor. 🙂