There used to be a tight end for the Vikings whose nick name
was “Eye Chart” because the letter combinations in his name were so obtuse.
Well, we used to know a guy who claimed that he had memorized the eye charts
that the eye doctors all use. (I know. Get a life, right?) And yet this guy
wore glasses. So, perhaps we can deduct that his eyes might have been fine but
his memory wasn’t so good.
Well, as you know, I’m all about finding the fun side of things, so if
you ever want to have some fun at the eye doctor, try this: when they have you
read the eye chart (which of course is just letters) turn it into words or,
better yet, sentences. Tell a story. And finish with something like “I can’t
read the bottom. The numbers seem smaller”. And when you take the peripheral
vision test when you stare straight ahead into the machine and those little
lights flash in the corners, instead of clicking the gadget when you see the
light, yell out letters. Yeah. That thing would be a useful test if you didn’t
have a neck.
And while you’re there sing that "Doctor My Eyes" song by
Jackson Browne. They don’t like that song. Nobody does.
No comments:
Post a Comment