So Ive taken The Boy to the same family ophthalmologist for about fifteen years (said Boy has some very specific eye issues that must be addressed by an ophthalmologist, versus an an optometrist, for example). The good doctor happened to see me chronicling my herpes eye infection on Facebook, and he contacted me privately to say that he thought it would be a good idea if he took a look at my eyeball to be sure there wouldnt be any lasting damage. Since Im still not allowed to drive, The Boy drove me to the clinic. I dont know if it was because it was the weekend and the building was deserted, or if it was because the doc was dressed in casual clothes and this was just one stop on the rounds of his weekend business or what. But I noticed that we were all speaking a little less formally than we would at a regular appointment. So there I was with my head trapped in the eye apparatus, Clockwork Orange-style, and the doc is about one foot away, looking at my eyeball under special lights, murmuring about how serious this sort of infection can be, and how it was important it was to let him know if the infection recurred, when he suddenly barked out this bit of home-spun, pithy advice: YOU GOTTA GET ON THIS SHIT LIKE FLEAS ON A DOG! Of course, The Boy and I were having seizures, we were laughing so hard. The doc couldnt figure out why were were so amused and kept saying, What? Did I say something funny? Which, of course, just made us laugh harder. So there you have your health tip of the day, people. No matter what your medical concern, remember: fleas, dog. No charge, and youre welcome. ;)
Posted on: Tue, 22 Apr 2014 15:35:33 +0000