The Eye Doctor

May 31 The Eye Doctor
I took my mother to the
eye doctor today to follow up
on a laser procedure she had
done on her good eye a couple
of weeks ago. We chatted while
we waited to be escorted in to
an examining room. HGTV
was on across the room,
but the sound was too low to hear.
A family seated on the other
side of the room had a youngster,
2 or 3 on a leash and he was having
a great time playing with his
grandpa’s cane. Another fellow
greeted his escort with an
exuberant “Bon jour, mademoiselle,”
as he left the waiting room and an
equally exuberantly speaking
something in German as he came back.
“That’s some eye treatment,”
I thought.
Once we got into the examining room,
it was: One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
One? or two? One or two?
For quite some time,
interrupted by the occasional
Two? or one? Two? or one?
The strange thing about
the whole experience was
that the eye on which she had
a laser treatment showed no
improvement, while her bad eye
was measurably better.
There’s something about the guy who
goes in speaking French and coming out
speaking German that helps to
explain my mother’s treated eye
showing no improvement and the
nearly blind eye suddenly being
able to read the fourth line down
on the eye chart.
But I don’t know what it is.