You could DIE!
So, as a running theme, here's another 'YOU COULD DIE' moment.
We went to the eye doctor today.. presumably so that B could get her eyes checked, F could get her first checkup, and I'd get mine done too, since I think the only eye exam I've ever had was the one during grade school. Needless to say, F wanted no part of it.. especially when the machine blows air into your eye. Oh well. She wound up getting good marks on the other tests with the doc, so that's good.
However, I skipped past my exam. The doc spends EASILY 5-10 minutes regaling us with various stories of (always) guys who have 'always' had perfect vision, who wound up getting diagnosed with diabetes, cancer, glaucoma, or worse. He was just always 'lucky' to find strange things in the eyes.
Then we go through the tests, and find out that I've got at LEAST 20/20 uncorrected. no problems with the eyes at all. Punk ass doc... freakin me out. B and the doc got a chuckle out of it tho.




