D.O.C Me!

I spent two hours at the eye doctor today, the majority of it spent waiting for someone to pay attention to me.  I was inching towards annoyance by the time I got out of there; I’ve been up since 5:45am, did not take a lunch and stared at a computer screen the entire time I was at work (those damn numbers are still not cooperating!).

However, it was necessary so that I could get new contacts (I was on my last pair).  I have, quite frankly, terrible eyesight.  It started when I was in fifth grade and has been relentless since then.  Once I am fabulously wealthy, I will add Lasik surgery to my wishlist.  I hate glasses and am sick of contacts.  Being poor, though, means no corrective surgery just yet.

"Tenemos contrato a medias, lo debes cumplir!"

Erm, sorry.  I’m listening to an old Flans song off of iTunes.  They were my favorite 80s band when I was a kid. 

Anyhow, I am pretty blind, enough that the optometrist asked me if I could walk down the hallway without bumping into anything.  I laughed out loud at that, because it’s really not that bad, but I guess it looks bad on paper.  Let’s just put it this way – if I take off my contacts, it’s a total blur, as bad as your windshield is in heavy rain. 

"What did we ever do to these guys that made them so violent?"

Sorry.  Weezer.

Oh, hell.  "Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are scared, you need a guardian."

Getting back to the eyesight thing – it was especially good timing given that I actually have insurance that partially covers the contacts.  It was nice to get a nine-month supply and pay practically nothing out of pocket.  Spending two hours at D.O.C. was not what I had in mind, though.  My appointment was at 2:30pm, and I honestly thought it would take less than an hour (like it always has).  I was sincerely hoping to get home early and run early; I figured I deserved it after such an early morning.  Alas, it was not to be.  I spent a good twenty minutes waiting for them to ring up my card.  Does it really take twenty minutes to ring up a card?  No, I’ve done it before; it takes a minute.  I sat there, glancing at the clock on my cell phone.  3:00pm . . . 3:19pm . . . 3:55pm . . . finally, I get to leave!

"God bless you, please, Mrs. Robinson, heaven holds a place for those who pray, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey."

That’s recognizable enough, but it’s the Lemonheads’ cover of the song – surprisingly, for someone who gets pissed off whenever she hears the Bangles’ cover of "Hazy Shade of Winter," I like this cover.

To sum up: Eye exam good.  Contacts good.  Insurance good.  Long wait for said exam and contacts on a Wednesday afternoon?  Not good.

"All the one-way rides and the sweet beginners passing on the left-hand side with a sideways smile . . ."

matchbox twenty.