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Last weekend I went to the optometrist in Pittsburgh. I went in Pittsburgh instead of New York or Stamford because lately I have more free time when I'm in Pittsburgh than I do when I'm in NY or CT. Additional reasons: o Sam knows an optometrist in PGH. o Sam is my trusted glasses selector. He picked my last pair, which I love passionately. o Why not? It turns out that my prescription has changed quite a bit since I last had my vision checked in 2005 and I need new glasses and prescription sunglasses, too. And the good news is that my eyes are in stellar shape, which the optometrist knows because she was able to peer right into my optic nerve through my heavily dilated pupils. They were so dilated that three hours later, after we were home and relaxing, they still looked like this: ![]() I'm also a little orange around the eyes from the eyeball anesthetic. (By the way, I just learned last week that the Persian word for eyeball is something akin to seed of the eye.) Stay tuned in the coming weeks for updated photos with new glasses. Post a comment in response: |
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