Eye Exam
by Callan
It was cold and silent in the eye exam room. The patient was naked seated in a tall metal chair gazing with wide empty eyes at her large feet. Her feet were paler than the rest of her body, and, some how more naked, more vulnerable that the trembling totality of her overall nudity. The nurse entered the room and began pulling down ropes and levers in order to administer the eye drops. The doctor followed close on her heels, he did not look at the patient, he thumbed through a thick file he held in his hand. He ascended the sturdy metal heights of the head examination latter. The nurse retrieved the second examination latter from the closest. Once she had positioned it correctly she mounted the flimsy wooden steps and secured herself to the lateral pulleys. With a great sigh she swung into the center of the room, suspended from the ceiling she hung free style in the air. While waiting for the optometrists instructions, she used her hands to cast the shadows of animals on to the chilly loveless walls of the examination room. The naked trembling patient smiled through her heavy dehumanizing head gear, tears of gratitude streaking her pale cheeks. The eye doctor was slow and self-involved. He took no notice of the consummate professionalism of the hanging nurse. He was blind to the eager submission of the patient.
Beneath the wide yellow nail of his big toe was a splinter. This mild and ordinary pain consumed him. He climbed down the old ladder and removed his shoe and sock. He began to seek the small bit of wood that pressed painfully into the tender protected flesh. He exhaled loudly as the splinter escaped his thick probing fingers. No one cared for him.
At last, he stood up and nodded at the nurse. Protocol necessitated his presence while the nurse administered the correct amount of head kicks and eye drops. She swung like a pendulum , two and fro, two and fro. The doctor glanced at the his watch, the only sound was the dull thud of the nurses foot against the patient skull.
The patient held as still as she could during her procedure. Eyes fixed on a dark sloppy spot painted on the wall. Her eyes watered, and blood trickled from the wounds on her palms, but she made no noise.
The steady drip, drip, drip, of blood combined with the swish of air created a soothing, steady rhythm. The Doctor checked his watch and leaned against the cool sterile wall of the eye-exam room, his head sank to his chest and he dozed lulled into sleep by the rhythm of the procedure.