Men in White Coats

Used to Be Mom was at the eye clinic yesterday. Everyone wore white lab coats. It was so confusing for her. Which one was the REAL doctor?

An optician checks her pressures with little puffs of air.

I'm having trouble with my left eye. She rubs her eyebrow to make her point.

I'm not the doctor. You'll have to speak to Dr. L. Dr. G is on holiday.

Another optician has mom do a basic reading exam. She has trouble figuring out which eye to cover with the paddle he gives her.

I'm having trouble with my left eye.

Dr. L will see you in a few minutes.

Well who are you?

I'm his assistant.

After a little wait and being shuffled from the red chair area to the brown chair area, an optician put drops in her eyes.

I'm having trouble with my left eye. A little more rubbing. It's red and angry looking now.

I'm not the doctor. You'll have to speak to Dr. L

Well when is Dr. G going to see me? They explain again that he is on holiday and that Dr. L is his practise partner.

Finally the eyes fully dilated and tests done, Dr. L comes to see her. He's East Indian and beautiful in all the right ways. He lights up a room with his smile and when I ask about his play, he turns up the voltage even more as he explains it will be cast and produced in the new year.

Used to Be Mom isn't getting her share of his attention. She shows him how she has little skin tags growing above her eye. She doesn't know what they are but sure that they affect her eyesight. She wonders if she has skin cancer and if she will die from them. He assures her they are benign and not worrisome. He tests her eyesight.  She's legally blind now in that eye. She has a catarct that is ripened though he doesn't recommend surgery given her left eye. Those darn skin tags!

She isn't buying it. What does he know? He's just another guy in a lab coat.