Diabetes Dan

Back in May, Sandra and I got new glasses.  From the get-go, mine seemed a little off.

I tried to get used to them for about 2 weeks, and then I decided that it was time to go back into the eye doctor and ask for help.

An employee, we'll call him Diabetes Dan (for reasons soon to be disclosed), sat down to "help" me.

"You're wearing your glasses too low on your nose," he said.  "Ok," I replied.  He grabbed the glasses and "adjusted" the nose bridge so that the glasses sat higher on my face while digging into my nose.  

"How's that?" he demanded.  "No better," I replied.  Frustrated, he took the glasses to check the prescription.  He soon returned.  "These are correct according to the doctor's prescription," he said.  "Ok," I replied.

"What kind of trouble are you having?" he said.  "The left eye is blurry, but my right eye is fine," I replied.

The florescent lighting shown on his bald head as he starred me down.  "Do you have any history of diabetes?" He demanded.  "Nope.  I'm perfectly healthy."  He looked unconvinced.  "What you are describing to me sounds like diabetes."  I think he wanted rid of me.  I answered, "Then, why are my old glasses not blurry in the left eye?"  I wanted to ask him if some glasses are prone to diabetes while others are not, but I didn't.

Aggravated, he squirmed in his chair.  I noticed the divers symbol on the necklace that he wore, and I figured that he was likely wishing that he could drown me.

"Here."  He handed me my glasses.  "Try them for a bit longer, if they still don't work, we'll get you a re-exam."  I thanked him and left.

Today, I went back for a re-exam, and who should sit down to help me?  You guessed it, Diabetes Dan.

I told him why I was there ... Again.  He asked me what kind of trouble I was having ... Again.  

I told him ... Again.  Wanna know what he said next?  Yep ... "Do you have any history of diabetes?"  

By this time, I was ready to drown myself.  Again, I stated the situation of my health with as much fervor as I could without strangling him.

Frustrated, he snatched up my glasses and went to "check" the prescription.  Once more, he proclaimed their supreme accuracy, and then proceeded to tell me how the doctor can only prescribe based upon the input that I give him.

"I know."  I said.  "I'm not denying that I may have told him wrong during the exam.  That's why I'm here."  

Finally, a helpful person showed up.  She took my glasses and disappeared for a moment.  Soon, she returned and declared that the lenses had not been crafted completely accurately.

I guess diabetes doesn't come with certain glasses after all 😉