06-25-2016, 05:49 AM
Join Date: Nov 2014
The Gurkha leaves for vacation.
Yesterday was one of my final appointments with my ophthalmologist. He is taking a well-deserved two week vacation, and offered me the last appointment before he leaves town.
You'll find this hard to believe, but he was smiling, actually shook my hand several times. My wife and I shared several minutes of idle chatter with him before he left--I even told him about printing our stories about him on KT, and how he's now tantamount to being a celebrity.
Trying to be politically correct--because I'm well known for it--I asked about his itinerary, because I fantasized about The Khyber Pass. He told me that he was going to California. Personally, I had some concerns.
At 4'6" in height, can he patronize any of the rides at Disneyland?
As he turned to go, he smiled and said, "Chico, while you are one of the biggest 'pains' this practice has ever known, let me assure you that your eye will not cause you any trouble from here on out--I have fully examined both eyes. And while it might seem illogical and against all of my beliefs--blessings and peace be upon you--my personal phone number is in your cell phone..."
Then the Gurkha gave me a list of things I can start doing, a series that took up half a page. And trust me, my spine thanked him, too. I can start doing sit-ups and crunches, and using those foam rollers.
As always, the diminutive eye surgeon was a testimony of love and consideration to my wife, he nodded graciously and left the examination room.
I must admit, while I could see virtually nothing due to the aggressive dilating drops they use, I got a bit misty. He is one of the kindest and most caring men I have ever met.
...of course, I blamed the tears on those drops...
...No matter where you are it's enemy territory...