I can whine a bit, because my father will never know. He has been problematic about his glasses for years. He had been going to the same eye doctor since about 1950. The doctor (optician) has since retired, but he sees someone in the same office. He had cataract surgery three years ago (the same year my mother died) and, as is customary, had new glasses made with a new prescription at the doctors office who had done the surgery. The glasses were no good, and they wouldnt take them back. Im never going to that doctor again! I dont know whether he actually called the office with his complaint. Since then he has given this as the reason he doesnt want to see this ophthalmologist again (I note: real doctor). He doesnt stand behind his glasses! In vain have I tried to point out that the optician rents space from the opthalmology group and is not an employee. Hoping I could get him away from his Akron optician, I made an appointment for him with a D.O.; they are usually better communicating with patients than are M.D.s. Apparently all went swimmingly, and he got a new prescription for glasses (note; the prescription was not very different from his old prescription; I was hoping the psychosomatic effect of getting new glasses would relieve his complaints). Well not go into having to negotiate with his conviction his insurance company covers glasses. It doesnt. But somehow the doctor got his insurance company to pay part of the cost of his new glasses. I took my father to pick up the glasses. He was very pleased. Given his complaint that he could no longer read print on his television, I had him check to see if he could read the print on a poster about twenty feet away. He could. He was also please that his eyelashes no longer rubbed against the lenses of his new glasses. Additional note: the frames were the same. Only the lenses were different. The optician adjusted the glasses so the lenses set farther out from his face. Last night my father called me. I couldnt get to the phone in time (it was in my purse) to avoid having it go to voice mail. His voice was quavering; the voice he uses when he wants you to feel sorry for him because hes so very old and feeble. These glasses are no good! I cant see anything more than a foot away from my face! Good thing I didnt answer the phone because I had spent the afternoon trying to make sense of his elaborate schemes to maximize the dividends from his FIVE different IRAs. I called him this afternoon. In vain I pointed out he could see just fine in the doctors office when we picked up the glasses. I told him I would take him back to his doctors office in an effort to make some adjustment that will reconcile him to these glasses. But if this does not satisfy him, and he is determined to get a new set of glasses from his Akron doctor, to him the only competent eye doctor in northeast Ohio, he can pay his own cab fare, and Ill beg my daughter, who drove him to his appointment with this guy last year (I refused) not to take him again. He can pay the couple of hundred dollars for cab fare.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 20:24:55 +0000
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