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Here we go:
another visit to
another doctor. I am so bored,
but need to keep it up
to get fixed.
I need eye surgery. I neglected my problem a little bit, so in the past few months, I was rewarded for that neglect by having to go through multiple examinations. Sometimes the same ones again to verify for another specialist, sometimes completely new ones. I did not know there were so many ways eyes can be examined. From x-rays with contrast fluids, to echographies, to I don't know what that whirring and circling machine was doing. The most annoying one, was the one where the machine spit air in my eye to measure eyeball tension. Avoid that one, if you can.
Anyway, all those tests also meant waiting in waiting rooms. The beauty is that in Paris, there is this specialised hospital, that has a whole universe of related clinics around it. So, I've been to several of those, and to the main hospital. I was in the hands of experts, and they all wanted to test just that one thing more, or again.
Okay, admittedly, this was not the best experience in my life, but it had to be done. And fortunately, I found some poetry in the waiting room boredom.
Enjoy.
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Entrepreneur, dad, European, story teller, poet. Curious, too. I tell stories on different platform and using a variety of tools. Sometimes I explain how I do stuff.Most of my content is free of charg
It felt a bit like I was living through groundhog day, having to go to all these waiting rooms. So, I was looking for something fun to share and found this weird thing. There must be some poetry in this, right?
Here we go:
another visit to
another doctor. I am so bored,
but need to keep it up
to get fixed.
I need eye surgery. I neglected my problem a little bit, so in the past few months, I was rewarded for that neglect by having to go through multiple examinations. Sometimes the same ones again to verify for another specialist, sometimes completely new ones. I did not know there were so many ways eyes can be examined. From x-rays with contrast fluids, to echographies, to I don't know what that whirring and circling machine was doing. The most annoying one, was the one where the machine spit air in my eye to measure eyeball tension. Avoid that one, if you can.
Anyway, all those tests also meant waiting in waiting rooms. The beauty is that in Paris, there is this specialised hospital, that has a whole universe of related clinics around it. So, I've been to several of those, and to the main hospital. I was in the hands of experts, and they all wanted to test just that one thing more, or again.
Okay, admittedly, this was not the best experience in my life, but it had to be done. And fortunately, I found some poetry in the waiting room boredom.
Enjoy.
Trpplrs are sending ripples of poetry through the world, to make it more fun. As a Trpplr, you will get: & special poetry drops from me and up-and-comin...
Entrepreneur, dad, European, story teller, poet. Curious, too. I tell stories on different platform and using a variety of tools. Sometimes I explain how I do stuff.Most of my content is free of charg
It felt a bit like I was living through groundhog day, having to go to all these waiting rooms. So, I was looking for something fun to share and found this weird thing. There must be some poetry in this, right?
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@arjantupan chronicles eye surgery plans, a long run of eye exams in Paris, and fatigue from waiting rooms. The piece describes multiple tests and the effort to fix a vision issue, while uncovering poetry born from medical routine.
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@arjantupan chronicles eye surgery plans, a long run of eye exams in Paris, and fatigue from waiting rooms. The piece describes multiple tests and the effort to fix a vision issue, while uncovering poetry born from medical routine.