I decided some time ago that we would transfer their eye care to a practice that has an office near them and also near me. This is the same practice that The Boy, Himself and I all use, so I had some confidence in them. It's also very helpful that they are located inside a Lenscrafters, which makes getting new glasses a tad easier.
If you know me, it won't surprise you that I do as much as I can online, electronically, via email. That's another great thing about this practice - appointments can be scheduled online, new patient paperwork can be downloaded from their website. It's a marvel of modern convenience.
Appointments made, paperwork printed, The Bus and my FMLA time scheduled, I filled out the new patient paperwork for each of them as best I could. The Sunday before the appointment, during our weekly visit, I grilled each of them about things I couldn't know. "Is your vision blurry now? Do your eyes feel like there is something in them?"
The day of the appointment, paperwork in hand, I arrive at Lenscrafters to find them waiting, along with Mom's very patient caregiver. Mom goes in first. The door to the exam room is open, and we can hear her talking to the doctor. While we wait, I take Dad out to look at frames, and he picks out a couple he likes. We come back to the waiting room and sit down, only to hear this from the exam room:
Mom: "...And you are Doctor....who?"
Doctor: <chuckles> "Yes, I'm Dr. Who."
Mom: "....."
Doctor: <realizes she doesn't get it> "Dr. Lavoie. I'm Dr. Lavoie."
No one died, no one cried and no one pooped their pants = a good doctor's appointment with my parents.
