Short story
"Helen Collins " I hear my name being called by a quiet calm nurse wearing a dark blue uniform. I lay down my little ring back pad,the one I had been writing my affirmations in. " I am safe" "all is well" "everything that is happening is happening for my highest good" "my healing powers are operating on maximum power" I walk down the corridor past other waiting people. Some are reading ,some are listening to I players,some are drinking coffee out of brown cardboard cups. The nurse says "I want to test your eyes;" I have to cover my eye with one hand and read the letters on the lit up test board with the other eye. I realise I am wearing the wrong glasses.I feel a flicker of panic. I take a slow deep breath and go ahead covering first my right eye then my left. I do OK right down to the last two lines then I just take a guess. The calm nurse gives nothing away,she says that is fine and ask...