Category: Optometrist

I took my daughter to the cinema last week. She hasn’t been since before that huge crazy world event thing that’s been happening over the past couple of years, which means she would have been too young to remember going to the cinema at all. She was super excited, as the movie we were seeing was a children’s movie (obviously), and it was animated and had a lot of singing and dancing in it. Perfect for children, and even I enjoyed it a little bit, as this particular studio tends to add in a few jokes and moments that even adults can appreciate.

Anyway, I’m pretty sure that now I need to take my daughter to a children’s optometrist. While we were watching the film, she started complaining that she couldn’t see. It was very loud, in what was a surprisingly very quiet theatre, and so I told her to be quiet. I did so very politely, because I didn’t want to look rude in front of the other parents. But my poor little daughter kept on complaining in whispers that her vision was blurry. Later on, when we left the cinema, I tested her a little bit to check that she just wasn’t lying for attention. Anyway, now I’m convinced she needs glasses. I’m going to take her to a Bayside eye care and optometry specialist as soon as I can manage to get some more time off work.

It’s important to her education and just general happiness that she can see properly. I need glasses now, but I’m middle-aged. I can’t imagine what it would have been like as a little child, barely starting school, and having to wear glasses all the time. I suppose she’ll get used to it. Eye care and glasses technology has certainly improved a lot over the years. Maybe when she’s older she’ll prefer contacts, but I’m not going to pressure her.

‘This is ridiculous,’ I grunted, slowing my steps. The Professor glided ahead of me in his wheelchair, turning slightly to look back at me.

‘Now, now, Scott,’ he said, with his clipped accent and smiling eyes. ‘We’ve been through this.’

‘I never said yes.’

‘But you wanted to.’

‘Stay out of my head, Professor!’ I growled.

He lifted his arms slightly in an expression of innocence.

‘No tricks, Mr. Winters, I assure you,’ he said soothingly. ‘I just know how it feels to be confronted with something terrifying and not be sure of the next step.’

I sighed and adjusted my red-tinted glasses, noticing how ever so slightly tense it made the old man.

‘No tricks, Professor,’ I smirked. ‘I assure you.’

‘Quite right,’ he nodded. ‘Shall we?’

He gestured for me to continue walking, and I settled back into a stride.

‘This is really the best place?’ I asked him, pointing at the building as we got closer.

‘Absolutely,’ he nodded. ‘I screened it myself.’

‘How?’ I frowned.

‘I had Misty accompany me,’ he replied. ‘For whatever reason, she insisted on taking their eye test in Bentleigh.’

‘That must have been a sight,’ I chuckled, trying to picture the cool-skinned woman I knew as a child.

‘Indeed,’ the Professor smirked. ‘Especially when she refused to leave until they gave her a lollipop.’

‘And you think they can help me?’

‘Them? Of course. It’s their job – though I would have personally gone with the best optometrist near Cheltenham, if you’d been willing to travel slightly further than just down the street from the mansion.’

‘I want it over with, Professor. And you know that isn’t what I meant.’

‘I can contain any… outbursts, Scott,’ the Professor grasped my elbow. ‘I promise. All you need to focus on is the eye examination.’

I took a deep breath and heard my leather jacket creaking.

‘Well then,’ I exhaled. ‘Let’s get this over with.’