I went to the ophthalmologist. She shone the light in my right eye and said, "Do you have a pet? I see an animal hair. And some lint." She lowered the light and looked at me sternly. “I’m going to wash your eyes.” She found cigarette butts, bristles from street sweepers, an old bike chain, and child’s flip flop. The left eye closest to the yards had dandelion fluff, a flea, and the tip of a Jart. She washed my eyes, and when I opened them, a pile of scraps was between us. I blinked and said, “There’s still an irritant.” She followed the light back in and pulled out Mitt Romney. Ah! I could see again. I mean, I could stand to look.
Her opthamalogist has cleared Elizabeth Kerlikowske to drive her car to teach.
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