2nd Shoe

The second shoe dropped today. I went for my second appt. to that ophthalmologist, and it turns out that based on some bizarre, myopic misunderstanding of what I'd said last time, she'd already snap-diagnosed my 30-year long neurological state, affecting every part of my body, as an eyelid rash. She was absolutely certain and unmoveable on this point. I left. The appointment was humiliating, and I don't use that word lightly.

I absolutely hate doctors. I've been hit over the head with this for 30 years, and it's time I got the message. As I waited for the taxi home, I realized that I'd never had the slightest chance of getting medical help in this country.