Posted by sean on November 18, 2008 at 11:49 pm in Life In Bath with No Comments

Despite no injections or real pain being involved, why is a trip to the opticians always so horrible?

For what seemed like forever, some eye doctor shone lights into my eyes, asking me to read letters off the wall, while at the same time, sticking their fingers into my eyeballs. It wasn’t a pleasant experience.

I had to go, really. I had been ignoring the reminder letters from Specsavers, and over the months, the contents of the prompts changed from “Please come along for a check up” to “If you don’t book an appointment NOW, you WILL be go blind!”. Despite ignoring the letters, I will not need a Labrador anytime soon.

At least now, having gone, I can relax and not expect anymore letters (for another 12 months at least). All I need to do now is let my eyelids recover from having some crazed optician stick his fingers underneath them.

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