Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I had my annual eye exam today. I go to an ophthalmologist because we're monitoring my corneas, and because I have a history of optic neuritis.

So, the corneas are slightly thicker than last year, but for now we will just continue to monitor them. The left optic nerve is pale, but the same paleness that it's been as long as I've been seeing this doctor. (The optic neuritis was in 1999.)

Dr. Lazzara gave me a printout of my eyeglass prescription, including a prescription for computer-distance glasses, and the information I'd need to order glasses online. He volunteered that, and when I said yes, wrote a note on the bottom of the prescription stating the pupillary distance.

Getting to the eye doctor was annoying: I missed a bus connection, clearly wasn't going to be at the eye doctor's on time, so went upstairs and called a Lyft, paying for priority/faster service, which I didn't get. The driver parked about half a block away from the pickup location that Lyft had suggested, and didn't bother to call or text to let me know where he was, so I had to call him. And then it seemed like he was seeking out every side street in Cambridge or Arlington, with a short stretch of highway in between. So I was still late, but not late enough to be a problem--but I could have been about as late for a lot less money. *sigh*

The eye doctor is still taking masking seriously. The online check-in says that patients have to bring their own face masks, but I noticed a box of surgical masks next to the entrance. One of my pill alarms went off while I was in the waiting room, waiting for my eyes to dilate before being examined by the doctor. I grabbed my bag, told the receptionist I was stepping outside for a minute to take a pill, and then put my mask back on and went back to my seat in the waiting room.