Living in the middle of France does have its downfalls. In the city I’m studying at, the waiting list to see an ophthalmologist was over six months and since I’ve been having a lot of migraines lately, I really couldn’t put it off any longer.
I decided to make an appointment at a place closer to my home in the good old French countryside which must be a good hour away from the town I’m currently studying in. The good side? I only had to wait 3 months for this one but the down side was that the trains were all at silly times so I got there 3 hours before I was supposed to. My “rendezvous” was at half past four. My train got there at half past one and my train back was at half seven that night (total bummer). What to do in a little French village with nothing to do especially when most shops close for dinner? The sun was blazing hot and there wasn’t even a slight breeze... I needed refreshment so I nestled down at a small bar! Hmmmm coca-cola you are my hero!
I decided to read, write some blog posts (for the upcoming weeks) and just chill. The appointment itself was an odd experience. My eyes were checked pretty rapidly so they didn’t get any structured results... yes, I have to go back and put drops in my eyes to examine them in finer detail. These drops are going to dilate my pupils... in other words make me look like I’ve been on crack for the past year (photos to come!!!)
As the French trains are notorious for being late, my evening train made it into the station half an hour late. Hey, I’m not complaining, I wasn’t going anyway else. I just took my time and savoured the moment whilst walking back in the glorious evening sun.