Friday, June 27, 2014
Last week brought us to the eye doctor. And the only person on this good green earth who is wackier than me is Dr. Rick. I love him. Joe doesn't love Dr. Rick like I do, but I think Dr. Rick checks the wackiness for his regular patients like Joe. He turns it on full blast for me, which makes for fun.
Emma and I went in for our annual eye appointment together. And Dr. Rick brought in his new intern. It was like a regular party in that exam room. I think we scarred the intern by the time it was all over.
We had theatrical readings of the up-close reading tests, full word readings of the eye chart (even though they are sorely lacking in vowels) and snarky comments about aging and certain eyeballs looking like raisins. We caught up on kids and their doings while my prescription was being updated. Then we ended on big hugs and a promise to go out with cocktails with the spouses.
When we left, Em asked me how I knew Dr. Rick. "He's our eye doctor," I explained. " I know, "she said, "but how do you know him?" Apparently it's strange that me and the eye doctor have a great rapport.
Doesn't everyone crack up with their eye doctor?