A trip to the iDoctor.

Just for the heck of it... I thought I'd do something a bit different... Diversity is good, is it not?

So, I had an appointment with an eyedoctor(There’s probably a different word to that, but just roll with it.) today. I’ve had this weird lump over my left eye for a while now, and I was finally going to get it checked out, after being over a year in the waiting list.

Well.. A 330 Kilometres (that's 205 miles for those who don't use km) long trip all in all, back and forth.

When the trip began, me and the driver were kinda sleepy.

So the trip was riddled with

I got to the office, told them my name, and was told to wait. So I let my imagination run wild, since I hadn’t been to an eyedoctor, I didn’t know what to expect.

Was it this?

Or this?

They called my name, and out came this.

I wish… I meant this.

To be honest, I was a little disappointed. I mean how cool wouldn’t it be that something completely unexpected would pop out? Something so random that even ghosts would be surprised!

Uhm.. Yeah.. THAT random.

So he put me to a chair, asked me to look up. Then he dropped something in my eye, and it stung like hell.

“What the heck was that?!”

“Oh don’t worry, that’s just some local anesthesia.”

Well, I never had local anesthesia that hurt that much, but I thought that I’d roll with it.

He then show me the instrument he was going to use.

Uhm… Close enough..

He was going to put the whole side under my eyelid, and hold the lump with the other, the one with a hole in the middle. And then he was going to cut the lump with a scalpel.

I didn’t know this while he was doing it at the time. I thought he was explaining what he was going to do, because he was talking like this:

“Okay, Yawret, don’t move. Now, what I’m going to do, is to use this to hold the eyelid like... this. And then I’m going to make a small incision right… Here!”

“OW! What the hell?!”

“I told you not to move!”

“I can’t help it, it’s a fraggin’ reflex! Don’t you move when you get hurt by something?! If a saw is cutting your hand, wouldn’t you move it out of the way?!”

At this point I wanted to stand up, swing at him and grab his scalpel, but he was still holding my eyelid with his instruments. So I made a quick equation of pain... If I turn around WHILE he’s holding my eyelid, it would twist and thus be more painful. So I kept a cool head and thought of Rocky opening both his eyes, if he can do it... So can I.

But there were no positive results of the cutting, so I had to be sent home with one advice. “Use hot water.”

Well, the trip back we were both a lot more talkative. What we talked about most was

And then halfway we ran out of stuff to talk about. So we quietly drove back to K2.

When I got home and the swelling had gone down a bit, I saw how big... Fine... I saw how small the incision was, I can hardly see it. What?! It hurt at the time!

Well… Until next time, remember, Use Hot Water!