Robert B. was a tall, muscular man. My first impression was that Wally Cleaver was sitting in my examination room and had been on an aggressive steroid program for a year: his arms were massive, he had well developed pecks, six pack abs and legs that were as big around as my torso. He was clean-shaven with a square jaw and attractive features. He sat without any apparent discomfort on the edge of the examination table. It was difficult to believe that such a man could have any complaint.
As I sat down to begin the interview, I saw immediately what the problem was: Robert's left eye could not focus, and wandered freely in the eye socket. It was quite distracting talking to him because one's eyes were naturally drawn to the out-of-control eye.
My specialty was to rebuild atrophied muscles. With most of my patients, this involved major muscles, such as biceps or calf muscles that were injured and allowed to wither away due to lack of exercise. While I had never tried my method on the eye muscles, I saw no reason to believe it would not be successful.
I am not at all happy with this composition, but I have been unable to find the time to revise it, and I doubt this will change in the near future. So here it is, in all its ugly manifestations.
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Does the six pack abs go with the beer you drank in the other story? This is good. You gave a very vivid description of your patient. I could really picture him sitting there with his eye rolling all over the place.
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