4 hours sat in a waiting room at the eye clinic
Land lady had her yearly appointment, glad it was her not me the eye drops the reading the chart bit is fine (well first off I said what chart, nurse just gave me a stern look) its the stare into this bright light machine bit that is torture, to photograph the macular of the eye while throwing phrases like "open you eye fully and hold"...then "look at the peirceing bright light.. hold". Then if youre really lucky you can see the proff and get away without him sending in other minions to have the fun of diagnosing our inherited problem, which it seems
is rarer than Lizann buying a round. Oh and guess what, who do you think out of my sisters hasnt got it, yes the evil one.