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It's so unfair!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007

For years now, I've been prodding Hoen to get his eyes checked. After all, staring at a computer 4-8 hours everyday should warrant an eye check-up, right? I was sooo sure he would need prescription eye wear and I was willing to bet on it. So when he finally decided (no prodding this time) to get his FIRST EVERRRR eye exam, I was ready to wave my raffle ticket in the air and sing, "I won! I won!"

But he walked out with nothing more and nothing less than 20/20 vision.

The doctor goes, "He has perfect eyes. Nothing wrong with them at all"
Maude: "Nothing at all? Not even a tinch of near sightedness? Astigmatism?"
Doc: "Just a SMUDGE of far sightedness but too small to be noticeable."
Maude: Not even corrective?
Doc: Nope. He doesn't need anything.

Waaa!!! I lost!!! Hoen was grinning like a monkey who just got a bunch of bananas. I was so bummed out! He teased me so much, he loved to say, "I would like to get twenty-twenty dollars" or "We better eat in twenty-twenty minutes." While the rest of us have to be inconvenienced with glasses and contacts issues, he can look at the world with nary a squint or a dilation. HE HAS PERFECT EYES. And as much as I want him to be cordon bleu healthy, I just felt a little bit cheated by God.