Ah, Memories

Today, I went to meet up with an old friend who is starting to have similar eye issues to mine. Luckily, it's happening much later in life for him, and his sight is A-OK in one eye, so he can still drive.

The odd part was walking into the doctor's office. It was a big retinal specialist's place; I had heard of it, but I hadn't ever gone there, even when I was making the rounds as an undiagnosed kid. My friend was still being treated, so I took a seat in the waiting room.

Ophthalmologist's offices are strange places. The patients all speak a little more loudly than you would expect, and no one asks them to fill out forms with tiny print. No one expects them to be able to read them; if they could, they wouldn't be there in the first place.

This was one case where I didn't need to identify myself as not-not-blind. I told them what I was there for, and they casually mentioned a second waiting room where I could look. I looked around for a moment, flipped on my iPod, and tuned out.

When I was ten years old, I spent a lot of time in places like this. I remember the lights being brighter. Other than that, I have no recollection of lots of patients walking around, not sure exactly where they're going, and lots of doctors who know exactly where they're going. I don't know what my state of mind was, but I don't think I was aware of anyone else have vision problems.

I do remember long office visits, hours at a time, going from specialist to specialist and machine to machine. At first, when they said, "Open wide," I opened my mouth. After a while, I got used to it, but my dentist was confused when I opened my eyes at his command. Once you've been to enough people in lab coats with bright lights, the habit does set in.

I had the half-thought of stopping one of the doctors on his way out and asking if they've come up with a cure for me yet. But I think I'll save that for the guy who predicted a cure "in five years." If my math is correct, that would have made it 1996. Yup.