I went to the eye doctor last week.  It was time for new contact lenses.  I was sitting in the chair, going through the whole bit, when I realized why I hate the eye doctor so much.  Actually, I don’t hate the doctor - she’s nice and all - I just hate what she puts me through.

The eye doctor is the only one of the doctors that makes you do all of the work.  Yeah, they have the giant gizmo that they scrunch up against your face and flip knobs and turn junk but the pressure - the “get it right or you’ll have a headache for a year because your insurance only pays for one shot” pressure - is all on you.

They throw row after row of ever-shrinking letters on the wall and it’s your job to tell them what looks the best.  Sure at first it’s a no-brainer, 1 is definitely better than 2, but before long you’re sweating over the tiny differences in clarity.

Your mind starts to race: “Was 2 better than 1 this time?!  I’m not sure.  Oh, crap go back!  Go back!  I can’t trust my eyes.  That’s why I’m here!  That’s why you went to eye school!  Why am I blinking so much?”

Hasn’t technology developed to the point that they can jsut scan our eyes figure this out and save me the worry?  That seems to be the clearest choice of all.