We went in to see the doctor within minutes of arriving because my siblings made us late. A familiar voice spoke, “Okay, Dear! Let’s cut those bandages off to see if we can see!”
“I can see! Can’t you?” My naivety showed.
“Of course!” He was busy cutting then added, “You can see light, now?”
“Shadows, too! If I tilt my head like this, my eyes can see better!”
“Honey, stay still until I finish with the scissors!” The doctor gently warned.
“She claimed vision a week ago!” My dad interjected almost scoffing.
“More than likely there’s truth in what she says. I used dissolving stitches; they’re a new product on the market. Obviously, they did their job while disintegrating. I hoped they’d disappear by now; it makes my job easier.” Then, he commanded his nurse, “Turn down the lights. We don’t want to blind her!”
“Blind!” My voice screeched.
“I doubt it!” The doctor held my hand calmly then removed the final pads from each eye. “I want to take the light up slowly so your eyes can adjust. Close your eyes for me, honey!” They played along. Then, he added, “Now, open your eyes slowly, and tell me how many fingers I have up.”
There was a soft light behind his shoulders, and it helped me count. It helped that I knew my numbers from one to ten already, “Two!”
“And, now!” His light in his hand converged on my face.
“Ugh! That light!” My mouth exclaimed while blinking uncontrolled as my eyes poured water like a sudden rain storm.
“Uh, huh!” He finished a task undaunted. “And, now?”
“A light beam in my eyes. How should I know?”
“And, now!” He waved all five to the nurse to bring the light in the office to normal.
“Still two! No, five!”
“How did you know how to count numbers?” Diane felt the urge for more clarification.
“Mom taught me with my own hands and fully operational ears! Due to my quick responses, I pulled from all my knowledge to answer the doctor!” My voice boomed as I rejoined my previous tale.
My surgeon warned, “It may be blurred as the lights come up!”
“I see you!”
This doctor sat so close that he practically breathed down my neck. Since I wore glasses from time to time before they realized they’d never work without surgery, my mind immediately knew what my eyes saw, “You’re wearing glasses on the very end of your nose.” I tried to show him how well and clear my eyes saw. Looking around, my tone gloated, “See! I told you your dress had flowers, and your shoes match!”
“She’s pretty much cured! Almost normal vision!” He declared to my awestruck parents. “For a few weeks, Hope should be gradually introduced to the sunshine. Start with sunglasses outside and normal glasses indoors. She will adjust, slowly.”
“If she goes outside without sunglasses, what can happen?” My nervous dad asked. “I mean after all your work, will she go blind?”
After a short chuckle, “I think her normal reaction would be to squint to protect her sight. However, don’t put too much pressure on her eyes these first few weeks. The sunglasses are so she can adjust slower. I doubt she’ll go blind, again.”
With the vision came the visions.
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