Joel got new glasses last week and Maria mentioned that she couldn’t see as well from her left eye as her right eye. We booked her in and went up today. We left home and took 45 minutes to get there – after stopping at a park on the way there.
The receptionist at the Optometrist’s asked for our details. I prompted Maria to give them. She gave the house number and then said
- Evering Road
- Where?
- Evering Road
Still the receptionist looked puzzled. I stepped in to assist as Maria was speaking a little quietly
- Evering Road
- Is that with an ‘A’
- Evering, E.V.E.R.I.N.G
- Thanks. Phone number?….
I couldn’t believe it. Did us Kiwis really sound that incoherent? When we left the building at the end of the check-up I got two of the kids to stand under the ‘Optometrist’ sign and the other two to stand under the ‘Evering Road’ sign just over the other side of the ‘T’ intersection. Even with my little legs it was only 27 paces from sign to sign!
 |
| Luka and Grace on the left in green and pink jackets respectively. On the right of the picture (27 paces away), at the front of the black car, is Joel in his red jacket and Maria in her blue one. Luka and Joel are pointing at the respective signs above their heads (The 'Evering Road' street sign is the white sign above the yellow 'THE' in the bagel shop sign.) |
Back to the inside of the building and Maria’s check-up. Various tests were given to her to check for short or long sightedness, periphery vision, eye muscle, colour blindness and several others.
After the third test I became extremely worried. How had I let my daughter’s eyesight deteriorate to such levels without realising? The optometrist had been putting various numbers, letters, and pictures up on a screen for Maria to identify. The third test appeared on the screen
- Maria, can you tell me what that is?
- Um, um, um a cheetah?
A cold chill ran down my spine at this point in the proceedings. How could her eyes see that picture as a cheetah…it was clearly a leopard!
By the end of the tests my heart was still racing until the optometrist announced, “Her eyes are fine.” I was about to question the optometrist’s own eye-sight and credentials! I plan on going somewhere else for a second opinion – it was clearly a leopard!
Below is all the evidence I need. I rest my case.
