At the Ophthalmologist

After following the little white light with one eye and clicking each time I thought I saw it, the nurse dripped some stining liquid into my eyes and asked me to have a seat in the waiting room. I plopped onto a cushion and tried to read until my eyes blurred. An older woman was called back to see the doctor and hadn't been in the examine room for more than a few minutes when the doctor came out, grabbed he phone and called another doctor. "She's copmlaining of pain on the right side of her chest and told me that earlier this morning, she had shooting pains down her left arm....I did, but she doesn't want us to call an ambulance....Okay...okay, good." He hung up the phone, told the receptionist to get an ambulance here as soon as possible, then returned to the examination room. Moments later, the doctor and one of his assistants walked the woman down to the lobby and waited with her.

When he returned, the doctor apologized to everyone in the waiting room then returned to the next examination room. When my turn finally arrived, he again apologized, and I told him not to worry, that the woman's health was of more concern. Bside, my Dad drove himself to the hospital during his second heart attack so I could understand her not wanting a fuss. We both laughed, and then he shone a blindiing whit elight into my already dilated eyes.