Yesterday I had a long overdue eye exam. As I entered the office, that resembled a relaxing day spa, the doctor smiled and embraced me - a nice way to start, I thought. Once my chin was in place and my face was secured to the machine the witty banter started. A puff of air, charts read, contacts tried on, the touch of a hand, laughter, flirting and his deep gazing into my eyes... One thing led to another and we found ourselves having Sushi at a local restaurant. Who says there's no such thing as love at first sight?
Okay that's a bunch of crap.
I was at Wal-Mart. In West Valley. Of course the doctor gave me a hug - it was Rick. He's known me since I was a teenager. Of course we laughed - we are good friends and I am a dork. There was no flirting - he is married. I made that part up. Of course he touched my hand - I had the freaking contact inside out. And the gazing into my eyes? Yeah, that's his job. Although it was more a focused and studied stare than an actual gaze. He did take me to Sushi for lunch though. Along with my cousin and daughter.
But wasn't the first story sooooooooo much better? I thought so.
I had been putting off getting my eyes checked for, um... way too many years. Ridiculously too many years. After this last birthday I noticed that I was squinting to see nearly everything and that the neck tension and constant headache probably weren't good things to keep ignoring. So, yeah, I have contacts for the first time in my life. And saucy new glasses that will be ready in seven to ten working days.
The best moment was when, even though my vision was severely impaired from my pupils being dilated to the size of hubcaps, I turned and looked through my new contact lenses into the giant store itself. I felt like I was high. (Not that I have any idea what that feels like. ) I had never seen anything more beautiful than that Wal-Mart in all my life. The depth perception, the colors... I wanted to roll around on all of it!
The gift of sight. Huh. Not so overrated after all.
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