Munch

Pushed by my family I reluctantly went to the hospital. First I wanted to go to neurosurgery(脳神経外科) but it was closed. So I went to internal medicine(内科). When I was waiting, a nurse came to inquire about my conditions. When she knew my symptoms she told me to go to ophthalmology（眼科）.
"I told you it is not about my eyes but about my smart brain." I insisted.
"But if you have a problem with your vision you should go to ophthalmologist first. If there's no problem with your eyes, come back here again."
"I just want to do it in the reverse order. If I know there's no problem with my brain here in the internal medicine I will go to ophthalmology. So would you ask the doctor to see me first?"
"Nop, I am afraid the doctor will say the same as I said."
I went to the ophthalmology. After waiting for 2 hours I at last saw the ophthalmologist. The doc was a young woman who spoke exactly the same way as 柳原加奈子 impersonating a charisma shop clerk.
"どうなさいましたぁ?"
"My vision suddenly got blurry and things looked as if I was watching a Picasso painting."
"hmm, ピカソですかぁ... Is it not Munch as is in The Scream?"
"No, Picasso." I said wondering if this conversation was making any sense.
"おめめの表面見させてもらっていいですかぁ？" Who are you talking to?
"I don't think this is the problem with my eyes. I checked it myself. I guess it has something to do with my brain."
Turning deaf ear to my guess, she checked my eyes with a machine.
"No problem with the surfaces. Let me check inside your eyes."
She put drops in my eyes. 30 minutes after when my pupils dilated by the drops the doc looked into my eyes with the machine.
"hmm. 眼科的には異常ないんですよぅ." Wasn't that exactly what I told you before you checked my eyes?
Holding a paper that said there was no problem with my eyes, I went back to the internal medicine again 3 hours after. The nurse looked at the paper and said
"No problem with your eyes, right? Then we can do anything in the internal medicine. I already talked with the doctor. So you should come back on Friday to see the neurosurgeon."
I had no energy left to talk back. I felt like the woman in the Munch painting. I made a reservation for Friday to see the neurosurgeon.
When I came out of the building I couldn't open my eyes due to the dazzling light of mid summer. I remembered. My pupils still remained dilated.