In the waiting room at the ophthalmologist’s office, an elderly gentleman in a suit and tie handed me a pamphlet.
“Would you like this?” he asked, gently.
The cover showed a hand extending out to another hand and the text read, “When will the suffering end?”
“No thank you,” I said. He slowly pulled the pamphlet away.
He and his wife, dressed conservatively in a sweater and long skirt and sensible shoes, mumbled something to each other and looked away.
Proselytizing in the doctor’s office? I’ve never encountered this before. Granted, he was demure and soft-sell. Still, I found it bizarre.
Perhaps I struck him as ungodly because of the color of my nails.
The shade is “Sapphires in the Snow,” by OPI. I had a manicure yesterday, was in a Goth kind of mood.
The old man doesn’t know anything about me: that I was a devout Catholic up until my teens, that I even considered being a nun for all of third grade, that I read a thick book about the lives of the saints. Besides, it’s none of his business.
Was it because I was texting my husband? Does that a heathen make? I was a bit nervous about the eye appointment.
Then I realized he might not be proselytizing for Jesus at all. Perhaps he and his wife are Kevorkian-ites, advocating assisted suicide. Now I can get behind that. “When will the suffering end” could refer to euthanasia as well.
Maybe he thought I was going blind and that my life was no longer of value. Or was that what I was thinking and being an Empath, he picked up on my thoughts? Then the doctor called out a name, and he and his wife exited the waiting room and followed the doctor.
Anyway, I’m not going blind, but I have had floaters for the past two weeks along with dizziness and headaches, and thought it best to have it checked out. No retinal tears, no detached retina—all good.
I’m feeling a bit sensitive, and starting to wonder what was inside the pamphlet the elderly man wanted me to read.
Leaving the clinic, the sun blinded me—pupils dilated—and I had to shield my eyes while crossing the street. It made me feel vulnerable. What would it feel like to be blind, to need a seeing eye dog? Without contact lenses or glasses, the world is a fog to me. All smudged borders and indistinguishable faces. Keith Haring-esque.
What is my purpose? It felt unclear as I continued the journey east towards my office, shielding my eyes, squinting to see.
I love the sapphire nails, goth mood and all. When will the suffering end sounds like one of those cults who want to put their followers on rockets and follow comets into the ether. You may be a heathen, but you sure can write. Like this post. It’s provocative, like a good opening for a novel.
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Thanks so much, Debby! I really appreciate the support.
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I’ll echo Debbie’s comment, in that you have the imagination and writing craft of a novelist. I recently worried about a detached retina recently, too, with the floaters and peripheral flashing, but got the all-clear from my eye doctor after the annual checkup. Maybe Jesus was with me at my appt, too. 😉
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Thank you, Matt. Such high praise coming from you. I’m glad you’re okay. Yes, maybe Jesus was with you too. I’ve had the floaters for 2 weeks. He said they can last for months, but to call if they get worse.
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You have such a gift – your internal reveries show your large spirit.
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Thank you, Cheryl. xo
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Somebody may beat a path to your doorstep with a pamphlet now
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The Sapphire is cool.
“When will the suffering end” sounds like exactly the sort of pamphlet I mess with in collage or other art pieces.
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Ha ha.
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I’ve had floaters since age 7 and learned to live with them. A good multivitamin supplement helps reduce their intensity, I now use Centrum Silver chewables for Age 50+., which contains all-important 100% of the daily supply of copper, A&D and E that I need. I get regular exams by an ophthalmologist.
I’ve always thought that freedom of religion also means freedom from religion.In many languages,, including Spanish and other Romance languages, “of” and “from” are the same word..
I have a pretty sharp tongue for these proselytizing religious zealots and the same ones never bother me more than once.
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Thanks for the tip about vitamins for the floaters. I’ve had them on and off for years, but they’ve never lasted more than a few hours or at most, a day, so I was concerned. The doc said this could continue for months, but to call if the floater worsens.
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enjoyed this…
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I love how you wrote this just. Reading it was such a pleasure and your title! Great 🙂 Now, you’ve left me wondering about blindness….
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Thank you for the compliment. I really appreciate it!
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Firstly, loving the nails!
And secondly, I loved reading your post! 😊
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Thanks you, Ritu!
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You’re welcome! 😊
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Dunno if it was the nails that did it, but I love the ring. And I wouldn’t have accepted the pamphlet either.
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Ha ha.
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