The Eye Doctor

So I just got off the phone with Shawna, and told her about my eye doctor experience, and thought I would share the fun with everyone.

So in February my eyes crossed, and so I was able to go back to my old glasses and they uncrossed.  I saw one very bad doctor, and wanted to see a good doctor and waited for ever for my appointment today to see a specialist.

The problem?  Real specialists (not the ones who occasionally fix crossed eyes) but real specialists are pediatric ophthalmologists.  Generally adults don't have issues with this.  So I get to my appointment and the oldest "patient" looks at the most 11 or 12.  There is a play house, with blocks, and they are playing "Beauty and the Beast".  So the lady gives me my paper work.  Mind you it is all for children.  So it asks questions about my birth and other odd things.  As I am filling this out I keep wishing I could borrow some ones kid so I don't look so odd.

Well on the medical form I reach a question. 
"Does the patient live with Mom, Dad, or both?" 
Then it leaves a line to explain.  So I respond:
"I am a big girl.  I live by myself"

I hand my paper work in and wait.  Then comes the assistant.  She uses one of those kid voices and calls "Stacey?".  She tried not to laugh when I stood up.  She takes my glasses from me and I wait in a room.  Yup.  All the office people where laughing at my paper work.  I admit I laughed a bit too.  So they run me through the really odd tests they always do, and put me back into the waiting room. 

Then another assistant comes out and calls my name.  She didn't cover her laugh as well.  The doctor was good.  He explained the problem and then gave me my choices.

Choice number one.  He said I could wear weak prescription glasses and squint.  This of course would lead to me loosing my driving license, headaches, and probably wrinkles.

Choice number two.  I can get special glasses for my eyes to redirect the light.  Except my eyes have such problems that the lenses would be 2 - 2.5 inches thick.  He showed me a lens and said he put money I wouldn't' last more than five minutes in them. 

And choice number three.  Surgery. 

Loose my license, monstrous glasses, or surgery.  Great options.  Of course in a professional manner, he discussed my unusual height for one of his surgical patients.  No worries, they can accommodate he assured me.

By the time I got to the desk to check out, the receptionists were all very friendly to me, and we all had a bunch of laughs.  I am not their first adult patient, but apparently the only one who was okay to laugh about it.

I must be a child at heart because yesterday another doctor told me I need a tube in my right ear.  I am such a grown up.