Eyes and Sunhats

I hate get­ting my eyes examined, which is why I only sub­mit to it every two years or so. Since part of the reas­on I go is to make sure that any symp­toms of glauc­oma or mac­u­lar degen­er­a­tion are found, I get the full check-up, involving hor­rible chem­ic­als to dilate the pupils. These, of course, affect my vis­ion, so I can­’t drive home after­wards; for­tu­nately the walk is only about 25 minutes each way, so it’s not too big a deal.

As I was walk­ing home I real­ised I must have looked more than a little weird in my jeans and a non­des­cript winter coat, with a floppy sun­hat pulled down around my face to min­im­ize the light get­ting into my stressed eyes, des­pite the cloud. Not that any­one seemed to notice of course, this being Vancouver.