Gah...
I HATE getting my eyes dilated...
Go read the folks on Substack. I should be back tomorrow.
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I HATE getting my eyes dilated...
Go read the folks on Substack. I should be back tomorrow.
Posted from my iPhone.
When I was twelve I had to get my eyes dilated. The only available sunglasses were my mother's big, obviously female sunglasses (1976 or so). Of course she insisted that we had to stop at the grocery store on the way home, being oblivious to the sensibilities of a 12 year old. I still hate eye dilation.
"Gah". Can be an exclamation of dismay, disgust, discord...nth. First time I got treated by an ophthalmologist for Dry Eye, I wasn't warned about dilation. I reckon that 15-mile drive home in the bright summer Pensacola sunshine was akin to a dilated woman running the 440 high hurdles. Twice or thrice. My biggest fear was of being pulled over by the FHP and being immediately cuffed, beaten and arrested for D.U.I. (drug impaired). "Gah", indeed. I hope you had a designated driver...kind of like when you were an NFO. Those were the days, huh? Sometimes I wish I'd have been an EA-6 EWO or an A-6 B/N. Not a RIO backseater to a big ego F-14 jet jockey though. EP-3? Sure. Who doesn't love per diem and 5-star hotels on deployment? See ya. ☺