Yesterday I made my semi-annual visit to Bascom Palmer in Miami. Monday I had visited a sports medicine doctor and been given a boot to wear on my left leg for Achilles tendinitis and a strained calf muscle, and I felt a little odd limping with a boot into an eye institute.
A lovely technician from Cuba checked my ocular pressure and then dilated my pupils for the Ocular Coherence Tomography. Back in the waiting room, now unable to read, I watched a soap opera on the TV. A commercial came one, the one that uses Edith Piaf’s Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien, and a Haitian woman with a beautiful voice sang along. And it occurred to me that patient singalongs would help pass the time while waiting to see doctors. They might even motivate the doctors to see us sooner. Perhaps when the pandemic’s over.
