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It's irresistible! I think I've been watching a little too much lately, because in my mind, I anticipate a crime scene around every corner. Or what I call, 'a Stephen King scenario'.
This morning I went to an eye exam appointment at a new place I've never been before off the beaten path. I had decided to switch from the Lens Crafters/Costco experience to a real office setting. It was the first appointment of the day (8:00) and there were no cars in the parking lot and no human beings within sight. It was eerily quiet.
I cautiously walked up to the office. A young, bearded receptionist man checked me in, which is not an everyday thing in a medical office. Everything continued to go as you would expect in a clinical setting, but I was hyper-aware of every little thing and on guard.
Then I went into the exam room with the older eye doctor. Door closed. Lights off. My glasses were removed. Everything was a little bleary. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. I almost think an eye exam is more frightening than the gynecologist or the dentist. His face was so close up to mine and it's so uncomfortable. His eye looking directly into mine.
Scenes ran through my head about rape, kidnap, murder. My husband didn't even know where I was or the new doctor's name. Not that he would need to; but in case anything happened, that would be good information for him to know.
When I left, we were all laughing over something funny. I stepped outside into the fresh air with a sense of relief. The parking lot was filling up with cars and there were people walking around. I felt safe and glad to be alive.
At what point do you determine whether frightening moments like those are paranoid suspicions or valid intuition you should heed? Should a woman always tell someone where she's going or have a male chaperon with her at all times? Inquiring minds want to know...
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