A tale of broken brackets and eye exams

Dear Reader,

I won't start by discussing my rather quintessential day in the office (perhaps I will save that for later) right now, enjoy reading as I narrate my rather interesting experience after I left the office at 3:00pm.



3:30 pm ORTHODONTIS (CG)

"It broke off again?"
My cheerful orthodontis exclaimed the moment I marched into her clinic. In my hand I clutched the blasted source of my problem for two days, a bracket (I haven't the foggiest clue if that is how you spell it) - they're little metal squares glued onto a person's teeth, it's a doohiky that is used for corrective dentistry (my teeth are under construction, as it were). Anyway, the tiny metal squares make up the braces. So I sat for about 10 to 15 minutes on my ortho's chair, she tugged, glued, and stuck this thingy into my mouth (I'm guessing it's a contraption used to dry the adhesive or something) forgive me, I didn't study dentistry so my descriptions are rather crude. Moving on, I was advised not to chew too hard to eschew the bracket-breaking-off-and-piercing-my-cheek drama and I was reminded to come back after a month (yeah right!) it didn't last two days after I had my last adjustment, and I had to prance my way back onto the clinic to fix the wretched and wayward bracket. Now, I have to chew on the left side of my mouth sheesh... Why was I born with atrocious choppers? Can you say Bugs Bunny? Count Dracula? Thank God for corrective dentistry! I can actually smile with teeth now and not worry about scaring people away with my genetic flaw ha ha.


Around 4-ish PERPETUAL HOSPITAL

"Look at my left ear" says the cornea specialist doctor dude (hereafter known as Doc Mclighty). Apparently, my eyes are "stressed" from gawking at the computer at work and reading novels by the dozens. I do as the doc told me, then he repeats his instruction: "Look at my left ear please..." and I'm thinking (silently to myself) "I am looking at your ear buddy" I had my chin on this contraption, with a blaring yellow light directed at my eye and the doc was holding this circle with his thumb and index finger (I'm guessing it was a magnifying glass or instrument of some sort used to examine the eyes- or torture people).
"Look at my left ear" he says, the tone was a bit flustered, as if speaking to a figgety little child.
I was a little restless, what? with the light burning my eye compounded by the fact that the dude had this glass near my eye, magnifying the effect that the light had on my peepers didn't help at all- And if that wasn't uncomfortable enough, I had the oddest feeling that my derriere was precariously about to reveal itself because my bloody pants were quite lowcut ugh! lucky intern dude had a good view of my rear.
I was checked by a lady doc before I was sent to the "torture chamber". You see, I thought I needed glasses and the lady doc gave me a test with reading letters on the wall and stuff- turns out, I'm fine. The peepers just need some R&R and possibly some lubrication ->

SO I was sent to Dr.-I-will-torture-you-with-my-fancy-smancy-lighty-contraption.
"Now, look at my right ear" he says softly (I fidget, feeling like a deer staring at headlights facing its imminent demise)
"I won't touch your eyes" he reassures me, inching the glass thingy closer to my eye.
I'm thinking: "OWWWWWWWW what the heck man!".
He sounds a little amused as he tells me (yet again) "You moved again, just relax".
(yeah, how can I relax when my chin is propped on this thingy that problably supported many other less sanitized chins (ick!) AND you're pointing light into my eyes, it's weird).

When the examination (slash light torture) was over, he looks at me as if trying to figure something out (staring at me in a way that was terribly disconcerting). After an excruciatingly looong minute he asks me:
"Have you ever noticed that now your left eye is smaller than your right eye?"
I shake my head in a negative. He then proceeds to freak me out, talking about surgery IF EVER my eye gets any smaller (AHHHHHHHHHH). Oh, and yeah, there was this funky thing wherein my mom takes out pictures of me circa 1999 and just recently a graduation pic coz the Doc Mclighty wanted to know if my freakishly shrinky left eye was always like this (slow panic growing).
Again, he asks me, "Did you ever notice it?" again, I say no. Mclighty then turns to my mother and tells her to give me a once over. My mother then stares at me and I'm appalled! she smiles and says "Oh yeah! it is smaller" (thank you for the reassurance, send me to a circus now mother). Doc then tells me to observe TINY (new name for left eye) and I was given a prescription (some eye drops) to help me with dryness or itchy sensations caused by allergies or eye strain ladida.... THEN he reminds me that IF tiny does get more "teeny weeny" I should come back and see his partner to think up of a possible course of action (which probably entails some slicing and dicing) GULP... great, nice on doc way to dish out on physical and emotional torture. He was a nice guy though, this is just me dishing out my odd humor and droll comments...

So there, I have to go back to pick up my anti-rad glass, to use when I'm working. Hopefully tiny just shrinked because of all the work I had to do (I checked, it's not tiny!).

In the office today I was stuck in solitary confinement again. It's ok, I've got my Mp3 to allay the silence and ennui. I was quite amused and comforted by the concert (he sang his heart out today, I'm thinking it's the LOVE BUG hahaha) of my officemate and fabulous "coach" (he loves to help me out with stuff, gaia word bump, being one of them) I call him Maddox, as instructed. He's my twin soul in little ways, we're both obsessive-compulsive, impulsive shoppers and well, I have a funny feeling we have the same taste in men haha.

What a fun day huh? I'd love to chat, but my peepers need rest and I don't plan to pay Mclighty's partner a visit at all.

Ta, ta for now.
Ciao

trishiee OUT