Nothing to Complain About

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.

The chair from which I wrote most of this blog post – on my phone, to boot! (It takes time for eyes to dilate, okay?!)

“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.