It’s that time of year, again. The time when I schedule an appointment to go to the eye doctor while I can still use the eye insurance coverage I have before the end of the year. I tend to put it off long as possible, mostly because I don’t like having people poke me in the eye, blow air in my eye, dilate my eye, or pretty much do anything to my eye. Also, let’s face it, because going to the eye doctor is usually about diminishment. It takes me back to my fourteen-year-old self who found out I had to wear glasses when I couldn’t see the chalkboard. And even worse, my math-teacher, realizing I couldn’t see from my spot at the back of the room, grabbed my desk and dragged it to the front of the class in front of everyone. Uggh!
I started wearing glasses when I was 10 and had a similar experience of my 5th grade teacher moving my desk to the front of the room. I am a back-of-the room student and was not happy. Thank you for this lovely piece and for including the link to Michael Nye. The video on his site is really beautiful and thought and thought-provoking. Now I need to listen to his podcast.
I started wearing glasses when I was 10 and had a similar experience of my 5th grade teacher moving my desk to the front of the room. I am a back-of-the room student and was not happy. Thank you for this lovely piece and for including the link to Michael Nye. The video on his site is really beautiful and thought and thought-provoking. Now I need to listen to his podcast.
As someone who works at an eye clinic I really enjoyed reading this!
Always wonderful to read your missives, Danusha. Thank you. And thanks for the information on Michael Nye’s project too. 🙏🏻❤️
Dang. Thank you for saying what compelled you because it landed here and no doubt elsewhere.