Though the lights were dim and we were all alone, I was not alarmed.

His repeated requests and gestures that I keep directing my gaze downward, toward his crotch, were not exhibitionist expressions of perversion. They merely reflected a 4th year Optometry student's zeal to either rule out or discover any signs of retinal damage in my myopic eyes.



Yes, I had an extensive eye exam today at UC Berkeley's Meredith Morgan Eye Center. My intern, and later on, his supervising physician, asked me to move my eyes to the farthest extremes in all directions. I felt like one of those Kit-Kat clocks, performing the requested eye motions for so long that I decided to count the appointment as my jog.

I cut this post short, feeling a bit dazed. My left eye is back to normal, but the right one remains quite dilated. I'll blame this concussive state for slowing my movement speed to 50% of Normal.

Why, yes, that last was a reference to WOW... I'll just let you wonder about that for now...

P.S. Feel free to copy and paste image as a subversion of the black rectangle used in old newspapers and magazines to black out the eyes of a photo's subject, thereby concealing his/her identity.