Then it was time for the awful eye drops. At least this time I remembered to bring my MP3 player so that I had something to occupy my mind as my eyes dilated and my ability to read vanished. Good news: no signs of any macular degeneration, diabetic retinopathy or any other nasty stuff. After that, I sought out dark places for an hour or so. Even with double sunglasses over and under my regular glasses, it was bright out there. I hate having to drive after a dilation, given how fuzzy the world is. When I lived on the Peninsula and it was practical to do so, I would take the train or bus to appointments where my eyes were to be dilated so that I wouldn't have to drive thereafter.
I carefully picked my way through traffic down to Coco's. Since I was there a bit early, I sat in the van with my eyes closed and the seat reclined for about thirty minutes, listening to an episode of Johnny Dollar before heading inside. About halfway through the meeting, my eyes finally recovered to the point of being able to read small print again, but I wasn't really fully recovered until this morning.
On my way to the office today, I need to stop by the optician and look at new glasses. I reckon that if I can get them ordered today, they might actually have them by the time I get back from Oregon, so the repairs on my broken frame will only have to last another month.