The Corrective Lenses Conspiracy

I’m frustrated with my vision. Well… not exactly my vision. It could be better but I’m frustrated with the crap that comes along with requiring vision correction.

Obligatory giant pupil photo

For me, vision care does the wobbly dance on the line between my vision insurance and my health insurance for coverage. Thanks to type 1 diabetes I have to get a dilated eye exam each year from an ophthalmologist. Part of which includes a regular vision exam. Well, my health insurance covers the dilated exam but not the vision exam part of it. And go figure, the ophthalmologist that my health insurance covers doesn’t take my vision plan… and vice versa. So I’m stuck paying out of pocket for part of my exam.

Then there’s contacts. I can’t get my vision exam, dilated exam and contact order all from the same person. For what reason? I don’t know. Continue reading

Meet Zeke

Yesterday was my annual dilated eye exam. I woke up and was pleased to see that it was an overcast morning and hoped it would continue into the afternoon… It didn’t.

When I arrived in the ophthalmology department for my appointment, I noticed a service dog in the waiting area. At first, being in an optical medicine department, I thought it was someone’s seeing eye dog. It wasn’t. It was Zeke.


Zeke’s handler brought him over to meet me while I waited and I found out that he is a therapy dog. His job is “to greet people and get pet.” I have several members of my medical team in that building and had yet to meet Zeke (it’s a big facility in all fairness). I like the idea of being greeted my a happy creature with four legs and a tail… I have cats after all. I think it would be calming for some people who might be going into unpleasant appointments.

When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, a therapy dog was brought to my room for a few minutes. I feel like animals can sense problems in people… which is why there are so many kinds of service dogs out there. Zeke also had “business cards” that gave his stats (birthday, favorite toy, breed, handler, etc.), that’s the first time I’ve met a dog with cards!

Sam took me back for the eye exam portion of my visit. My vision prescription hasn’t changed (yay!) and he complimented my pupils… I guess he’s used to working with elderly people who have small pupils?

During the chart updating Sam asked, “did you test your blood sugar this morning?” Continue reading