I’m writing this blog post from my ophthalmologist’s office – I’m sitting in a chair in an exam room, waiting for my eyes to dilate so my doctor can complete the exam.
Just before my eyes were dilated, I checked in for the appointment and went over my information with a nurse who works here. During the check-in, she asked me how my eyes fared in the last year.
“I have nothing to complain about, all is well!” I said to her.
“That’s great to hear. After all, after a year like we’ve had, it’s nice when there’s no complaints about something.” She replied.
I sat here in this chair and smiled under my mask. Too true. It’s refreshing when there aren’t any complaints about any aspect of my health and well-being, considering diabetes can be such a pill.
And I’m happy to report (now from the comfort of my own desk chair) that I have “gorgeous retinas”, according to my ophthalmologist.
Nothing to complain about, indeed.
2 thoughts on “Nothing to Complain About”
I go every six months to reduce my own phobia of going. Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous. But the only way to keep me from worrying about it is to go twice a year. Oh, what we do to unravel our anxiety.
That’s great news, Molly! And I don’t think that sounds ridiculous at all, Rick. Whatever we can do to make things easier, right?
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