Thursday, October 20, 2011

Another EYE Problem

    So, I originally posted the "I'm Blind" story in February.  I brought it up earlier today because, last week, the Scribe failed her vision test at school AGAIN!  
    She really had me going this time.  I thought she needed glasses for sure.      
    Anyway, we went to the eye doctor.  To make things easier for her, I decided to get my eyes checked too. It turned out she doesn't need glasses, but I do.
    And I thought my luck would never run out!
    The Scribe left the room and the doctor (who happens to be the most professional and intelligent eye specialist ever) said, "I've seen this before.  Your daughter doesn't really seem to need glasses."
    I told him about my past experience with the glassless frames.
    "All right. I think I know of something that will fix the situation."  He called her back into the room and I really hoped his plan would work.
    "Scribe," he said to my charming little girl.  She's one of the shortest kids in her class, yet her spunk is over ten feet high.  "You don't need glasses, but you do have what I like to call acute tenomelonitis."
    He said it all so fast and with such a straight face, I had to blink just to clear my head!  It was epic--seriously.  Is tenomelonitis even a word?  If it wasn't, it is now!  I want to use it every day.
    "I . . . do?" the Scribe said.
    "Yes, you do.  It's when your vision goes in and out.  Sometimes it's good and sometimes it isn't.  So, you know how I just dilated your eyes with the drops that stung?"
    She nodded, eyes wide and pupils still bigger than Milwaukee.
    "Well, I'm going to give your mother some special drops.  Anytime you can't see, tell her and she'll put some of these drops in your eyes."
    He gave me the drops and I smirked, because they were glorified Visine.
    "Can you see all right now?" he asked.  "Because if you can't, we can give you more drops."
    She shook her head rather vigorously.  "Actually, I can see just fine now.  It must be one of those times when my eyes are working."
    "Are you sure?" I jumped in on the fun.  "Because I'm really great at giving eye drops.  We can practice now and everything."
    "I'm sure." She smiled weakly.  "My eyes are feeling much better."

    So, maybe those drops will keep her on the straight and narrow path for another six months.  Honestly I hope they'll work even longer.
    I still can't believe that I'm the one who needs glasses.  I do have to admit though, it's amazing how beautiful and clear things can seem once you can see more clearly.  Thank God we found a smart doctor!
    As we drove home, the Scribe said, "There's nothing wrong with me, is there?"
   I didn't answer directly and instead just asked the Scribe why she keeps dragging me to eye doctors.  "It's because I wanted to spend time with just you," she said.  "Things are always so busy with the babies and your books."
    "I'm sorry.  I'll make special time--I promise.  Is that all, though?  Is there anything else?" I asked.
    "And because I'd look great with glasses."  She smiled at me and started laughing.  "I still can't believe you need glasses.  You don't even want them like I do!"
    "I know."    
    "Now that is funny!  It's a good thing we look alike.  At least you know you'll make those glasses look good."
    That made me giggle.  I'd felt bad about getting glasses, but my girl had cheered me right up.  Maybe it won't be such a bad thing after all.  
    I'd gone to support her, but she'd ended up helping me.