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Shira Levy lives in Tel Aviv and rushes to see her doctor, looking very much worried and all strung out.
Shira rattles off, "Dr. Cohen, take a look at me. When I woke up this morning, I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my hair all wiry and frazzled up, my skin was all wrinkled and pasty, my eyes were blood-shot and bugging out, and I had this corpse-like look on my face! What's wrong with me, Doctor?"
Dr. Cohen looks her over for a couple of minutes, then calmly says, "Well Shira, I can tell you one thing… there’s nothing wrong with your eyesight."