FIELD TRIP TO MY EYE DOCTOR

Dr. P. has some great photo murals on the wall of his treatment rooms

What's up with me lately?  Am I turning into a hypochondriac?  I've been setting records in running to various doctors with all kinds of silly symptoms.  Do I need attention that badly? 

First my Jesus molar (extraction of upper right molar as sacrifice for all the bad things I've thought and said), then my right ear, and now my right eye.  Thoughts of going blind flash through my mind.  Slap me, will you?  I just have some scratches on my retina.  That's all.  Eye drops four times a day for a week.  Back for a check up today.  Oops, make that two weeks.  No, better three weeks. 

Okay then.  May as well have some fun taking pictures of Dr. P's office and treatment rooms.  As usual, contrast and color get pumped up for dramatic effect.  The photo murals on the walls are a great starting point.

Dr. P. wearing his bionic eye machine

Wall of designer frames

 Mirror, mirror on the wall. Whose the craziest of them all?

Next Monday I'll be at my dentist, Dr. R.

Let's see, there's Dr. A, Dr. B., Dr. D., Dr. P., and Dr. R.

Looks like I'm collecting a whole alphabet of doctors.

But maybe I better stop while I'm still ahead.