I went in for my medical at that age to an old crusty AME who was an eye, ear, nose, throat specialist.

He didn't want anything to do with a snot nosed kid learning to fly.

He decided to give me a glaucoma test, when it was never required, and when it involved a big rubber cup placed against the eyeball, with pressure applied. Now I can't get anything near my eye; can't stand it. There's no requirement for a pilot to have anything in his eye or be tested for the ability to put crap in his eye, but this doctor was going to do anything to disqualify.

When I resisted, he thundered "What the hell do you think you're going to do if you're on short final and something gets in your eye?"

"Close it and use the other eye?" I suggested. That incensed him more.

"And what will you do when something gets in the other eye?"

"Go around."

That really ****ed him off.

I'd already checked the asthma box, so he cut the interview short, told me I'd just failed my medical, and he'd give it to the boys in Oklahoma. I left his office shot down in flames and smoldered all the way home.

I wrote a letter to Ok City and sent it myself, not knowing what else to do, and not long later received my student pilot certificate and nice and neat third class medical. Nobody since then has tried to stick anything in my eye, and so far as asthma, I check Previously Reported, No Change. Life goes on.

I went on to solo at sixteen, private at seventeen, commercial at eighteen, and went to work spraying crops. I never went back to that AME.

To start, find one that doesn't hate kids. Someone not like me. God damn millennials...