Today I told the doctor that my eyeballs were having a falling out. I think that my eyeballs are having a falling out, I said. She looked at me in a funny way and went back to writing on that silly clipboard of hers. In a pleasant voice I suggested that she have me referred out to a specialist who could handle these kinds of things. An eye specialist or something, I said. She gave me another funny look. I told her that she ought to be seen by one too.