Dr. Farideh DOROODGAR

Once upon a time, there was a guy Who woke up one morning and couldn’t find his eye. Bald, bespectacled, puzzled and blue, He came to Farideh: “I don’t know what to do!” So I played detective, as one sometimes must, Looking for clues with precision and trust. I reached for the consent form: “Sign here, if you please…” Then noticed both his hands were hiding behind his knees. “Sir,” I said, “this may sound absurd… But I think you’ve come in completely backward.” He turned around—and what did I see? Two perfectly good eyes staring back at me. His eyes weren’t lost. Not even one. His glasses were simply on the back of his head all along.