Flashback: Valerie's First Eye VisitWhen i was in first & second grades, i liked to sit at the back of the classroom. But after Christmas in the second grade, i noticed that i could no longer see the chalkboard.
My teacher noticed, too. She sent a note home. After school was out for the summer*, i saw a man who had been recommended as "the best eye doctor in Indianapolis."
*of course NOTHING, rain, snow, sleet, hail, storm, illness, or routine appointments was a good enough reason for my mom to keep me from perfect attendance
But no one told me anything about what to expect, or even hardly talked to me while i was there.
i was asked to read a chart of perfectly legible letters on the other side of the room.
i panicked. Now unlike some people, i always panic inside; no one knows it. But i was thinking,
i need glasses. If i say i can read these letters, they won't let me have glasses.
So i lied.
And i got glasses.
My mom wept when, a few weeks later, we left with my new glasses, as she heard me exclaiming over things like telephone wires that i'd "never seen" before.
Flashback: Valerie's Second Eye Visitor maybe the 3rd.....
At some point, for some reason i never understood, my mom decided she hated "the best eye doctor in Indianapolis."
She found me a new one, the one whose practice "Dr. Eyes," our current provider, eventually bought into.
This second doctor tested my eyes. By this point, i felt no need to lie about what i saw; everyone knew i needed these glasses, right?
Second Doctor was horrified. "What sort of quack did you take this girl to????"
Well. . . . .