The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
A few caveats here (I know, it’s gonna be a terrible post when your opening statements disclaim it), but I finally made some long overdue deductive leaps with my camera and lighting and got some shots I’m happy with – but I cut off my feet in most of them. Considering the shoes I’m wearing came from Goodwill, this is bad.
Also, the eye doctor confirmed my worsening vision, so it just makes sense that I cut off my feet in my pictures, and you should expect plenty of footless budget career posts in the future, which is unfair, since I get the creeps from most headless style blogger pics.
I’m tired, you’re tired, but I have to share what happened to me at the eye doctor’s office, because The Teen and the cat simply don’t care about blind ol’ mum as long as she’s bringing home the bacon and canned cat food in three very hard to find preferred flavors.
Doc asks me to take my contacts out, and I say, “Okay, got some saline and a case?”
Doc: “Nope, they’re goin’ right in the trash.”
Being tight on cash and having just opened these contacts, I’m very reluctant to throw them in the trash, and he can tell.
Doc: “No worries, I got plenty of samples in your prescription. Into the trash they go!”
It kills me to put new lenses in the trash can, but I do. I warn him he’ll have to drive me home if he can’t find my prescription, because the bifocals aren’t with me. The exam itself is long, arduous, and I am extremely grumpy at the end of it. .
He leaves to get some sample contacts that might help with my severe astigmatism. He does not come back. For a really long time. Right before I leap from the chair and start (blindly) pawing through the trash in hopes of salvaging my old contacts, he comes back. Pure relief. I happily put in the new contacts.
But I can’t see. Doc: “Blink. They’ll settle.” I put all of my heart and soul into blinking. No wiser or clear-visioned, I share the same with the Doc. He looks at the lens specs again, and says, “Oh, my bad, wrong strength.”
Don’t get me wrong. I love my eye doctor of 25 years, and we picked out some humongous uber-nerdy new bifocals together, but next time, I’m bringing my own contact lens case.