I did something unusual today. I went out and just...wandered.
Well, I started out at a specific location. I had an eye doctor appointment
in Sacramento. There is an eye clinic in Davis, but the doctor here was the ojne who
threw me into panic telling me that my cataracts weren't the reason why my vision was so
horrible and leaving me thinking I was losing my vision--only to go to the Sacramento
office of Kaiser and learned that of course it was a cataract that was the problem.
So now I don't go to Davis, I go to Sacramento (though the doctor who
used to be in Davis is now on the staff there...but I do have more options than just that
doctor).
My appointment was at 11 a.m. and I left Davis at 9:30, getting there
half an hour early, but I had my "gadgets" with me, so I was able to amuse
myself until I was called.
My new doctor's name was Dr. Maebori and when this nice lady took me
in the office, I asked how you pronounced the doctor's name. (Apparently it's
pronounced the same as Sherrif Andy Taylor's hometown). But then she started doing
an exam--having me look at the eye chart (which disappears when I try to look with my
right eye), and checking my lenses, and showing me the "1 or 2? 3 or 4?"
lens changes. I began to realize that THIS was Dr. Maebori and felt kind of dumb for
having assumed that she was the assistant of a different physician. She put drops in
my eyes and then finished the exam, checking for retinopathy (all clear, I was told) and
then when she had finished doing just about everything that needed to be done, she
announced that she would now go and get Dr. Maebori!
Dr. Maebori essentially said that yep, his assistant did it all
right, he signed a prescription for new lenses (which I won't fill since there is such a
slight change from the lenses I'm wearing now) and sent me on my way. I wonder how
big his salary is compared to hers!
I had decided to go out to lunch and was trying to decide where when
I remembered that I was out of Sacramento postcards, which I use to send to folks through Postcrossing. I figured I would go to Old
Sacramento, find some place to eat there, and pick up some post cards.
I was mentally going through restaurants I knew, or used to know, in
Old Sac (since I haven't eaten there in many years). I don't know how I forgot
the obvious choice, but there it was as I entered through the back entrance:
Of course!
So I went to Joe's and had myself a fantastic crabcake caesar salad.
Afterwards I went to a candy store across the street because the sign
said they sold souvenirs. But they also had free candy tastings. Dozens of
boxes of taffy and an invitation to help yourself to samples.
If you could imagine a flavor, they had it. Peanut butter,
molasses, cranberry-raspberry, orange cream. They even had, believe it or not, maple
bacon taffy. I had to try it. It was weird, but oddly, not bad.
The only reason I didn't taste more is that I had to get back to the
car before the meter expired.
4 comments:
Yep, that's the kind of things that mostly happens in the eye clinic I go to -- an assistant does an exam, the MD [usually a she, usually Asian} may do just a bit of staring into my eye but mostly sums up what the assistant did. The ones I go to are so friendly and seem so competent I kind of enjoy the visit.
So far I've not followed up an eye appointment with anything as delightful as a crabcake Ceasar salad or taffy tasting. This was a fun read. Nos let's see if I can read these new twisty letters to prove I'm not a robot.
I wonder why your visitor log shows me from "Ooltewah, TN" instead of Chattanooga or Hixson. Ooltewah is another area of Chattanooga, but not the same zip code. Hmmmmm. It's the deep philosophical questions that keep us going.
I wish we had a Joe's Crab Shack here - maybe someday.
I assume that doctors get paid for what they know. (Unless they work at Yale, where they get paid by how famous they are.) We go to a service that has multiple specialists on its payroll.
When I complained that I could not see, my regular eye doctor immediately referred me to the best cataract surgeon as well as to a retinologist. They all did great! Just to be on the safe side -- there is some danger of retinopathy, though I have none -- I now go twice a year.
If not for Medicare, I probably would be blind. We had to push the nursing home to set up an eye exam for my husband, and I am waiting to find out how much they can help him.
I started going to America's best several years ago. Originally I went because they were cheaper - but nowadays I go because frankly they're better at getting my prescription right, too. The assistant or doctor - doesn't matter to me which does what, long as they get it right!
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