The story of how I saw the eye doctor...almost.
Me: Hey self, its been about 8 years since you got new glasses. Everything is sort of really blurry now. Maybe its time to go and get a new pair. *makes appointment. with doctor in town*
Day of Appointment:
- Wake up at 4am and leave at the crack of dawn to get to work by 6:30am, so I can leave at 2:30pm to make it back to NJ for 4:20pm appointment.
- Blasted traffic is slowing the bus. Call doctor's office at 3:50 to confirm I will be there by 4:10 or so. Receptionist informs me if I am not there at 4:15, she will cancel appointment.
- Confusion. Appointment is at 4:20, but if I'm not 5 minutes EARLY, I get the boot. Ummm, whachutalkinbout Willis?
- Get off bus at 4:13 and sprint down Elm street to doctor. Boy, I'm out of shape.
- Realize that this is my own personal Nightmare on Elm Street. (couldn't resist).
- Narrowly avoid the receptionist from hell cancelling the appointment.
- Wait an hour with all the other suckers who are clearly cowering from the aforementioned receptionist from hell.
- Doctor calls me in and proceeds to tell me he can't see me. Because ...wait for this now... I have eye problems (duh!) and he feels that my case is too "complicated" for him.
- Me: check sign on door. Confirm that I didn't confuse my gyn appt. with the eye appt. No, nope...I'm in the right place.
- Doctor refers me to my pediatric eye doctor that last saw me over 8 years ago.
- Me: But...but... I'm a grown-up now. What if he won't see me?
- Doctor shrugs and says I should ask for a referral to someone else in that case.
- Desperation sets in.
- Me: I just want new glasses. GLASSES! Not surgery! Not amazing new technology! Not even good waiting room magazines. Just glasses!
- Doctor waves goodbye.
Its probably going to take me another 8 years before I can go through all that trouble to get to an eye doc again. And, betcha they bill my insurance for this "visit!"