I got my eyes tested yesterday afternoon. I was not impressed with the exam. I thought the doctor was sort of non-communicative. He implied that I didn't know my own history and dismissed me as too dumb to understand what had happened to me.
O.K. I'm old and not a doctor, but I was still his patient. I expected some respect and acknowledgement. When my eyes did not dilate readily, I got extra doses of the drops intended to accomplish the procedure. In all, I got two doses initially, then two more when the pupils did not respond quickly. The purpose of the dilation is to give the doctor a window into the inside of my eye. He had already finished the part I cared about which gave the prescription for my lenses. I suppose he learns about the condition of my eyes by doing this, but it doesn't improve the correction or change the grinding of the lenses. It took extra time and it bugged me. But that wasn't the worst part. I have never had dilation last overnight, before, but this time it did.
Today I can't watch TV very well. I can't stand the brightness of sunlight, and reading is severely limited. For these reasons, I have formed a very poor opinion of my new ophthalmologist. .The dilation also prevented my fitting of the new glasses. I'll have to go back later to do that.
Maybe this is just an excuse to get mad at some inconvenience. It does indeed rise to the lever of dissatisfaction and the desire to scream at the doctor. This kind of thing happens occasional. Something I was promised is compromised, and I want somebody to gripe at. Fixing the problem would be nice, but mostly I just want to express my frustration. As I said before, I'm old and I want things to go my way, to be controlled and predictable, to be safe and provide comfort. And just now I want to be able to see. Short of that, I want to tell somebody I'm mad.
O.K. I'm old and not a doctor, but I was still his patient. I expected some respect and acknowledgement. When my eyes did not dilate readily, I got extra doses of the drops intended to accomplish the procedure. In all, I got two doses initially, then two more when the pupils did not respond quickly. The purpose of the dilation is to give the doctor a window into the inside of my eye. He had already finished the part I cared about which gave the prescription for my lenses. I suppose he learns about the condition of my eyes by doing this, but it doesn't improve the correction or change the grinding of the lenses. It took extra time and it bugged me. But that wasn't the worst part. I have never had dilation last overnight, before, but this time it did.
Today I can't watch TV very well. I can't stand the brightness of sunlight, and reading is severely limited. For these reasons, I have formed a very poor opinion of my new ophthalmologist. .The dilation also prevented my fitting of the new glasses. I'll have to go back later to do that.
Maybe this is just an excuse to get mad at some inconvenience. It does indeed rise to the lever of dissatisfaction and the desire to scream at the doctor. This kind of thing happens occasional. Something I was promised is compromised, and I want somebody to gripe at. Fixing the problem would be nice, but mostly I just want to express my frustration. As I said before, I'm old and I want things to go my way, to be controlled and predictable, to be safe and provide comfort. And just now I want to be able to see. Short of that, I want to tell somebody I'm mad.
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