Thursday #78 – got to work this Thursday
morning and saw that my first patient was in her 30s. Stupidly I assumed this would be fairly
straightforward. As soon as she sat down
and said “well I used to wear glasses from when I was 2...” I knew it was going
to be anything but straightforward.
Having a feeling she may be suppressing one
eye, I showed her 3 lines – 1 visible only to the right, 1 for the left and a 3rd
that both eyes could see. When I asked
how many she could see she said “two” and then asked me repeatedly if I was
joking and whether there were in fact more lines she couldn't see. I explained the situation and that I was not
in fact joking and tried to come up with a solution for her sore eyes. With her out of the way it was time for a husband
and wife team who had both booked in for dilations after I saw them a couple of
weeks ago. After inspecting The
Husband's photo after he left last time, I'd decided he should probably come
back for this extra test. None of us are
sure why The Wife was asked to come back in too, it certainly wasn't my request
but I tested her anyway coz that's just the kind of thorough service I provide.
After lunch (kebab with an easter egg
thrown in on the side) I had multiple patients who thought it was ok to be on
time to their appointment and then sit there on their phone in the waiting
room. I forgave Lady #1 as she
apologised and explained it was about a job interview and she kept her call
relatively brief. Man #2 on the other
hand had me furious as he chatted away for 15 minutes, literally half his
appointment time and then didn't seem at all apologetic. I was ready to lose my shit until we
discovered at 45 that he was colour blind and I suddenly felt sorry for him. I guess I'm a little more empathetic to colour
vision deficiencies given The Farge has super severe colour blindness as, in
hindsight, if he went 40+ years without noticing, it really isn't that much of
an issue – at least now he knows why he couldn't see the red scores on the
black background at the Australian Open in January. Just as the lady in the morning had, when I showed
him the numbers made out of dots in the colour vision test, he repeatedly asked
me if I was joking. I assured him I was
not joking and then he asked me if the numbers were really obvious to me. Since I was able to see them upside down I
had to go with yes, but you kinda feel mean telling patients how easy it is for
you when they're struggling. Such a burden
having these perfect eyes.
After work it was over to The BH&G
Fan's house to drop off The Scientist's breadmaker. DTM had borrowed it to make low carb bread
(which tastes as exciting as it sounds) but The Scientist needed it back to
bake some hot cross buns for Good Friday.
Back at home we had some Thai for din dins and waited for DTM's version
of M-Dizzle to come over and watch football.
When he arrived I made myself scarce and headed to the bedroom to watch Katie,
Ellen, and The Rachel Zoe Project. I'm led to believe I didn't miss much with
the Sydney FC and Manly games but I did learn a lot from my shows. For example – Frankie Muniz from Malcolm
in the Middle had a mini stroke last
year at the age of 26 and Rachel Zoe (it's pronounced Zo not Zo-ee) isn't as
annoying as I thought she would be – she provided me with insights on how to
pronounce designers that were otherwise way too much of a mouthful,
Giambattista Valli come at me bro! Who
knew that was actually just some dude's name?
Crazy Italians and their names...
After my fix of girly TV I was called back
into the theatre room to watch The Checkout – the latest offering from
The Chaser Boys on the ABC. After the
show, DTM's version of M-Dizzle left and not long after that I was asleep. A tough day with patients thinking I was out
to trick them but recovered with lots of chocolate and some girly TV – a much
needed break from some of the crap DTM has me watch.
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