Thursday #90 – much like last week, I
was meant to be in the city for work this Thursday, and, much like
last week, at the last minute this was changed. I got a text on
Wednesday night so knew when I arrived on Thursday that there wasn't
going to be anyone booked in to see me. I like quiet but that is
perhaps a little too quiet.
The patients that were booked in to see
The Kiwi Early Leaver got split between the two of us so we both had
a fairly cruisy day. I saw my first patient at 10.30 after 2 hours
of doing absolutely nothing. The only downside is that the day goes
much slower when you sit alone in a room doing nothing. Of the 6
patients I saw that day, 2 of them stood out. The first one that
comes to mind was The Real Housewife Of The Northern Beaches who was
complimenting me on my top and how well I had matched it with my
earrings while telling me to get myself down to Kookai as they were
having a sale and they had a cardigan in that same colour which would
really suit me. I was a bit thrown by the random fashion and
shopping tips but appreciated that she could obviously tell I was
stylish kinda gal.
The second memorable patient was The
Elderly Italian who I had seen earlier in the year and sent to an
ophthalmologist to sort out his cataracts. The ophthalmologist had
decided to wait and instead had given him a “prescription” to get
new glasses. The Elderly Italian had taken this “prescription”
to an optometrist in Avalon (as instructed by the ophthalmologist)
and asked them to make up some glasses. The Avalon Optometrist had
done a quick check and changed the “prescription” before making
up the glasses. He was now back saying that these glasses were no
better than his old ones and could we make up the ophthalmologist's
“prescription” for him. The “prescription” was merely an
autorefractor printout, complete with 3 different readings for each
eye and then an average of these 3 readings. I showed him what the
ophthalmologist's “prescription” looked like in a trial frame and
added lenses over the top until we got the best possible
result...which was the same as what The Avalon Optometrist and myself
earlier in the year had already prescribed. I once again explained
that the problem was the cataracts and glasses weren't going to make
it better. He seemed to understand and was ok with this, but I was
pretty annoyed with the ophthalmologist who was handing out
autorefractor printouts like they're gospel and making out like they're gonna somehow magically fix his cataracts.
After work DTM and I headed out to
Glebe for a night of standup funnies at The Mic In Hand. DTM's
friend The Stand Up Journalist was house sitting in our hood and had
offered to drive us out there so off we went. Having both done some
comedy gigs themselves, DTM and The Stand Up Journalist can be tough
critics at these comedy nights. Having a sense of humour myself and
little time for idiots who think they're funnier than they really
are, I am possibly a tougher critic. It was pretty packed and
stupidly we selected our meal (chicken parmagiana for DTM and I, nachos for The Stand Up Journalist)
before confirming whether or not we would actually have a table to
eat it on. We ended up sharing a barrel, the 3 of us and some random
dude, with chairs that were higher than the barrel and no real way to
fit 4 meals on it. In the end DTM ate his meal off the barrel and
the rest of us ate on our laps. It was a stressful and difficult
ordeal trying to get the parmagiana into my mouth without spilling it
or knocking the plate off my legs onto the floor. I earnt my cider
this Thursday.
Probably the most memorable comic of
the night was Asian Dyson Guy who told a pretty funny story about a
drunken older man accidentally peeing into a Dyson air blade and
spraying his own urine all over the bathroom and himself. It was
funnier in its full length glory but I'm sure you can kinda picture
how that went down. The MC was also pretty amusing and all in all
'twas a good night of stand up. With a free lift back home I really
can't complain too much about having to eat my meal off my lap.
A super quiet Thursday at work topped
off with some laughs. Can't really complain too much about that one.
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