October 18, 2005

Looooooook into my Eyes....

My optometrist has a nifty new instrument in the examination room that lets her gaze deeply into my retina looking for signs of trouble. Normally, that requires dilating the eyes so that I spend the rest of the day looking like a crackhead, and ten minutes of her wearing a miner's cap and directing my eyes through all four compass points. Instead, her able (and cheaper) assistant sits me down in front of what looks like a portable peep show and flashes me eight times in light that is exactly the same shade of green used by the Martian weapons in the 1953 version of War of the Worlds. Much more pleasant, and then the good doctor gets to tour me around my retina pointing out the scenic attractions as she goes. So it's quicker, educational, and on request they'll send you the pictures.

What you see above is my right eye. The shiny psrt is where the optical nerve hooks in, and the out of focus thing just to the left of that is a floater cruising its way through my vitreous humor, one of the least funny parts of my body.

Very cool, isn't it? Now don't ever say I haven't shared my innermost secrets here.



At 6:21 PM, B & C said...

Arn't the eyes the window to the soul?

What are we really seeing here Bernie?


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