the Eye Doctor

I noticed this morning that my eye was red. I've worn contacts for almost 13 years, so over that time period I have trudged through many a red eye. I noticed it briefly for the past few days, but didn't give it a second chance, thinking it would go away on it's own.

But after 3 people mentioned the state of my eye to me at school today, I made an appointment.

I waited unpatiently because, on the way, I had honked at people, wanted to pass a school bus (I didn't have the guts) and gone over the speed limit to make it to my appointment 15 minutes late. Then I waited for 25 minutes. (this will only get worse with Universal Healthcare!).

When I finally saw my eye doctor - the same eye doctor my mom has seen for almost 30 years and the one I've seen for the past 14 years - he checked out my eye. It turns out, I have a minor eye infection and a small abrasion, probably from a small particle under my contacts. He put some iodine into it to turn it yellow, made it burn, and shined some lights into it. I have a couple of days of prescription eye drops. No big deal.

Good thing I'll live. Too bad I have to wear my glasses for a few days.

I had a small moment of fear when I remembered I had changed insurance companies. And since I'm paying for it, I went with the high deductible, low monthly payment format. My last insurance company (when I could still be on my mom's) only made me pay like $10 for eye appointments. Surely, this new one would cost me more.

As I headed to the front, checkbook in hand, Dr. Ramsay motioned me over. He whispered, "I'm not going to charge you, just head on out."

God knows what we need. That's where I saw God today.