He reassured me after examining my dilated eye from every angle with a bright light shining at me that my retina was being stretched thin by my nearsightedness, but not to worry it was still intact. He remarked that I should be ok if I avoid head injuries from things like boxing. Ok…and that even though this floater will not disappear I will eventually notice it less and less as my brain will learn to tune it out. Interesting… I lamented to him about my poor vision and asked him did he see anyone with worse vision than mine? He said that he did but that I was also in the top 1% for nearsightedness.
I daydreamed back at that moment to 4th grade when my vision was perfect but I pretended it wasn’t. How I insisted that my mom bring me to her eye doctor to have my eyes examined. One of my friends had just gotten glasses and I thought they looked neat on her and decided that I wanted a similar pair.
My mom wore glasses, the blue cat type that long since went out of style just to come back in recently as retro. Back then she saw an ophthalmologist named Dr. Reznik. A large man with dark hair and spectacles of his own. She believed me when I told her I couldn’t see well as she figured I had inherited her eyes. Eye sight that is, as the shape and color are very different than hers. Her eyes are small and blue and mine big and dark brown.
I can recall sitting in the chair as Dr. Resnik (who later did become my eye doctor a few years later) gave to me test after test that day as I feigned each one as we went along. He seemed to be buying into my fabrications, at least that is what I thought until after the visit when he privately told my mom that if I had the vision I was pretending to have “She’d be walking into walls.”
My mom wasn’t amused that day but did indulge me by buying me a pair of sunglasses that afternoon from Fields Department Store.
I wish today that all I needed was a pair of cheap sunglasses...
(ZZ Top Cheap Sunglasses)