I Can See Clearly, And Sometimes Its Not Pretty

   Before March, marches on past me, I need to chat.
   Early this week, I had an ordinary eye doctor appointment. BUT if you know me, and I hope you do, ordinary is not a part of my life! Every day is special, full tilt crazy on some days and others just extra.
   So after an hour in Atlanta traffic, I found my destination.
   Walk into the nice office, that I have been too, many times, and announce my arrival. I sit down, and look around for magazines, which there are none. I had my kindle, so I drag that gadget out. Minding my own business, this man ( elderly) (whatever age that is??) sits down, and loudly says to me, " You look angry!" Since I was the only other person in the waiting room, I said, " Well, I'm not, but Iam thinking about it!"
He barked, " Well, were are you from?" I thought, was my sour puss not enough, " Iam from Florida."
"Oh" he shouted. Then he proceeded to ask me about cold weather, the traffic and I don't know what else, I had tuned out. He was gruff, and cantankerous, I was not buying that day.
  They called my name, Thank You Lord or The Devil, whomever rescued me.
   I went in and the young lady, was asking me questions, and I was giving her my answers, when she began to ask me all the same questions again, I did not answer. She finally made eye contact with me, and I said, " You have just asked me, those same questions!" She hummed, " Ohhhhh, OK."
 My eyes were dilated and I went to another room, like I was waiting for a ride at Disney World.
 In comes a snorter!! Yes a man, trying to clear his nostrils with no Kleenex. Like making snot rockets, as my boys would say! At this point Iam about to say something, when his name is called. A sweet lady comes in, and sits on top of me, almost. She has so much stuff, that she requires my chair and hers. Plus she has bad old lady perfume on. I think I may die, and her name is called, she falls, I help her up and realize that I have a gift to help old people. I told my husband, I have a great deal of patience with old crazy people. He laughed so hard, and it was not funny! I do have patience!! OK, back to the office.....
   I take many more tests, the young lady doing all of these has told me her life history, and I know how much money her ex, is not paying her!! Note...I have not said one word.........
  Almost 2 1/2 hrs later, the doctor comes in and looks into my eyes, toooo long. I remind her how long I have been here, and she decides to tell my, or ask me? " Do you realize how beautiful your eyes are, they sparkle, so many colors of green, gold." I move my head back, " Well, OK, thank you, but its closing in on three hours now, and I need a nap, and some hand soap!"
  I leave, my parking bill is six dollars for her liking my eyeballs!
  I pull out a bank receipt to write on, before it slips away! You cannot make this Bonnie Baron life stories up! and trust me, I have tried! My eyes are dilated, I forgot my sunglasses, I creep home, shaking my head.
I get home and look at my notes, the pen had no ink in it!! I got nothing, so this blog is what I can remember, there may have been more!!!
  I do know I can see clearly, and sometimes..........you know the rest.