THUD.
20 seconds later...
Nnnnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh, my head... thick and foggy. Ugh, that was a weird dream. OK, I'm lying here, contorted. Wait, I'm on the ground? My legs are so heavy... what the hell? Where am I?
Consciousness slowly crawls its way back into my brain. I feel sick to my stomach, and my head is swimming. Someone's leaning over me and handing me my glasses.
Sounds like something of bad end to a bender, right? Nope. That was the highlight of my visit to Dr. Glazeski. After the good doctor did a glaucoma test on one eye, I passed out and fell right out of the examining chair. I swear, they should put seat belts on those damned things.
What led me to the doctor? I sought out a more professional eye doctor after a most shitty visit to Lenscrafters in Emeryville. I have horrid vision; my prescription is along the lines of -10.5 and -11. These "glasses in about an hour" type places have no idea what to do with me. Dr. Glazeski doesn't run a retail chain office, took my insurance, was local to my office, and could see me in fairly short notice.
So how is it that I can give five stars to a doctor whose procedure reintroduced me to Mr. Sandman and Mr. Floor in one fell swoop? Easy. He let me lay there for 10 minutes while I tried to keep my cookies down, checking on me frequently, then explained that while he hadn't seen this kind of reaction before, he had recently read up on it, and promised that he'd be better prepared for next time. And a few weeks later, a photocopied article talking about what I went through, and ways to prevent it, appeared in my mail box. He's doing his homework.
Also, he didn't even flinch at how bad my eyes are. read more