Double-vision and Baby Doc

My first night at Hopkins, I was visited by a parade of doctors. an orthopedist, then his boss. a rehab doc, then her boss.

At around 3 am, I saw back to back ophthalmologists. They did eye exams, shined very bright lights in my eyes, mumbled, and left.

A day or so later I got notification of an ophthalmology appointment on 2 September. No way, no how was I going to spend another month wearing an eye patch and seeing double. Jerry got to work and my first outing after I got home was to the Wilmer Eye Institute at Hopkins.

I had yet to get in and out of a car, so we decided our old van would be easiest. The Tesla, or the Leaf for that matter, would have to wait.

We arrived at Wilmer, and after waiting a nanosecond, we were ushered into an exam room by Dougie Howser's younger brother. Cheerful and exuberant, this guy was ready to get to work. After the pro forma eye exam, it took him maybe 10 minutes to give my diagnosis a name and write me a prescription for prism glasses. Actually two-- for near and far distance.

Hopkins was going to take two weeks to fill the prescription so we got online and found one of those glasses before you sneeze sites. I picked out two pair of the same glasses in different colors.

Pair number one just arrived-- the reading pair. They will take a while to get used to, but I'm on my way.

Let's just hope pair number two shows up soon.

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