It’s that time of year again (past due, actually) … time to sit in the big chair at the eye doctor’s office and go through a tormenting series of “one, or two?” choices that seem to be arbitrary and inexact. I understand that I ought to have a concrete preference on most — if not all — of the choices, and I also understand that eye doctors aren’t out to sabatogue and/or trick me into making a certain series of choices. I nevertheless feel self-conscious if I pick the first choice more than the second one, and am truly certain of my preference less than half of the time. Like opinions rendered by dentists, the whole process just feels far more influenced by whim than exactitude.
Nevertheless, I’ll go on Friday, wrestle with my choices, and the eye doctor will eventually settle on a prescription I’m quite sure is much worse than the one I’ve got now. I’ll order some new contacts, relish in their freshness, get headaches from their increased strength, and feel my world sway about with every movement of my head. Doesn’t that sound like fun to you, too? 🙂