I don’t want to turn this blog into one big rant, but I need to vent about my latest eye examination.
I’ve needed glasses since I was about 10 or so. Today, I went for an eye exam at Karlik Ophthalmology. I don’t recommend them.
I sat in the waiting room for about 20 minutes while the receptionists did whatever it is they do. Then, I went back and sat in the exam room for another 20 minutes. Just a-twiddlin’ my thumbs.
This place wasn’t busy–I was the only one in the waiting room at the time. I don’t know what was going on in other exam rooms, though.
Anyway, the doc walks in, says “You are Kacie (lastname)?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“I’m Dr. Karlik,” he says, as if I should have known.
He sits down, squirts sanitizer on his hands (why he didn’t wash them with soap and water, I don’t know) and shakes my hand.
No apology for the wait time at all. I guess this is business as usual. But ya know what? My time is valuable. When it’s wasted, I feel disrespected.
“It says you’re a freelance writer,” he notices on my chart. “What’s that?”
“It means I’m a self-employed writer.”
“Ah.”
He has me read a few lines on the wall. I do it.
He then wants to put dilation drops in my eyes. In all my years of eye exams, I’ve had this done once. My friend Bethany had to pick me up from the eye doc, since I couldn’t see well enough to get myself home. I couldn’t see to read or watch TV or do anything for just about the rest of the day. I could only sleep.
Since I didn’t want to throw away my day, I asked, “Do you have to dialate my eyes?”
“If you want an eye exam,” he shoots back.
O rly? Well, then.
“I don’t want my eyes dilated.”
He didn’t seem to like that. We compromised, and he put some sort of “numbing” drops in my eyes. Never had that done before. It made them feel dry and sort of tingly. At least I can still see.
I don’t do a number of tests I’ve had done at other eye doctors: A close-proximity reading test, “follow the tip of my pen with your eyes,” the puff of air shot at my eye, the one where I look at an image and they screen for glaucoma…the exam seemed unthorough.
Maybe if I let him dilate my eyes, it would be more so, but I doubt it.
I was out of the exam room within 10 minutes. The receptionist pointed me toward their selection of frames and then left me to search for myself. Every other place I’ve been (even Wal-Mart) has someone help you pick out frames.
I decided they had nothing I wanted. I’m taking my glasses business elsewhere.
Maybe I’m overreacting, but no one in that office was kind to me. The doctor was borderline rude, and it was the first time I’ve ever been completely disappointed in an eye exam.
If someone from Karlik Ophthalmology reads this “review” of sorts and wants to get in touch with me about my dissatisfaction, go ahead.