what a difference a few minutes can make
This morning while getting dressed and contemplating the drive to come, I made a mental note to myself to never again schedule an opthalmologist appointment on what is probably the darkest weekday morning of the year (sunrise today: 7:52AM). But as I left the house the sky lightened some, and by the time I got to the object of my discomfort, Route 28, it was light enough to see well (with headlights still, but things were no longer monochrome). We had lots of cloud cover, which I actually like.
There was an unexpected bonus: the technician did not need to dilate my pupils in order to take pictures of my retinas (that's never happened before!) and it was still cloudy when I left, so for the first time in recent memory I could drive back from the ophthalmologist without having to wear sunglasses.
I've now made a mental note to cancel the earlier mental note.
There was an unexpected bonus: the technician did not need to dilate my pupils in order to take pictures of my retinas (that's never happened before!) and it was still cloudy when I left, so for the first time in recent memory I could drive back from the ophthalmologist without having to wear sunglasses.
I've now made a mental note to cancel the earlier mental note.
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(I've been reading and failing to write comments again. But I'm here reading,hi.)
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Usually they have to dilate my pupils with extra vigor (two or three rounds of the drops); my pupils are apparently really good at clenching their little pupil fists and saying "don't wanna open". I believe it's a side-effect of a past long-term medicine.