‘Dave the drainlayer’ was driving his digger at the new development last week. I hadn’t seen him at the practice for more than five years.
He wasn’t wearing his glasses. I suppose that was good. I know Dave sleeps in his contact lenses.
I know Dave quite well. His script is +4.00 in both eyes and he’s presbyopic. His inept contact lens handling paved the way for him needing to wear them overnight. His freedom from glasses transformed his work and leisure so much, I remember fitting him with lenses as if it was yesterday. He was an early triumph in the days that fitting extended wear contact lenses was still a good idea. Sure, he’d had a couple of red eye visits over the years - one quite serious - but getting him sorted had been a personal victory for both of us.
I wonder which optometrist he goes to now? I know I shouldn’t care where, but I do. It really annoys me!
Who stole you, Dave? I thought we had something!







