Today was interesting. ...
First I woke up looking beautiful. Kinda like I was visited by the princess of 1980 and blessed with some beautiful hair and a gorgeous wardrobe. I'd gone to bed with wet hair and woke up and put my velour zip up sweater on... and then saw myself in the mirror and burst out laughing. I thought everyone would enjoy it, so I took a picture....
(Oh, and then pulled my hair into a pony tail and hoped for the best... I took it out 10 hours later and it looks pretty much identical... thats where I'm at now)
Then I headed off to the eye doctor's for my 8:15am appointment. I got there and no one was there. Nobody showed up until around 8:20... so much for that early start.
My eye doctor kinda scares me. He's twitchy and looks sorta strung out most of the time, which when he's going to be leaning close to your face in a dark room can be somewhat disconcerting. My mom went to highschool with him and ever since she told me that he was a known acid dropper, I've been a bit apprehensive to say the least.
The appointment went as most do, starting with me holding this thing that looks like a flattened spoon up to my left eye and reading a row of letters with my right. For the most part I could see the letters and read them off... then I switched eyes. I couldn't see a thing. Evidently my left eye is significantly worse than my right. Though, this I already knew. It's part of the fact that I have bad depth perception... and my clumsiness comes from that and the fact that I don't wear my glasses very regularly.
(which reminds me, if I did wear my glasses chance are I'd have less unknown bruises on my body. I have a big one on my arm right now and this massive one on my side, between my ribs and hip.. not sure where it came from.)
Anyway, after the flat spoon test came the tests with the weird thing they put in front of your eyes and turn dials and switches and ask you "which is better, one or 2?" "two" "which is better, one or 2?" "two". Sometimes I feel compelled to say the opposite of what I really think just to mess with their diagnosis of whats really wrong with me.
I can't remember what other tests happened, but I know I had a lot of lights shone into my eyes and it hurt. And then the drops started. The first batch was to "numb" my eye. I have no idea why we needed to numb my eyes, but I was warned afterwards no to touch my near my eye in case I poked it out cuz I wouldn't feel it. This was a really hard thing not to do, because I wanted to know if I would in fact, not feel it...
The 2nd batch of drops were the glaucoma (which my brother later this evening mistakenly called guacamola when I was telling him this story) drops that enlarge your pupil to the size of dinner plates and make you look like Mr. Burns as the alien. Now, the part I don't understand is this. He puts these drops in my eyes, tells me they will make my vision blurry and then puts on March of the Penguins and leaves the room, taking his coat with him and closes the door. I'm guessing the drops had to sit for a bit, but why put on a movie that I can't see due to the fact that A: I'm near sighted and have a hard time seeing anything far away and B: I was just told that they would make my vision blurry.
When he finally returned like, 15 or 20 min later (I was at the part in the movie where they have met their mates...) he proceeds to shine a light into my eye for like, 10 minutes making me hold my eyes wide open while he looks into my eyeball via my massive pupil. I had a pretty hard time not laughing when he put on this like, mining hat with a pen light attached to it. It looked slightly like a medieval torture device... Seems all is good inside my eyeball, which was the consensus after I held my breath through the whole procedure.
When all was done, I went out and got an RX for my glasses that I'm going to order tomorrow and then got into my car. It was around this point when I realized that I couldn't quite see anything unless it was around 3 feet from me. Nothing closer, nothing farther away. I put on some sunglasses and drove to work...
The blurry vision lasted til around 3, and it was really hard to type or read stuff... But I managed to take a picture of my Mr. Burns eyes even though I nearly blinded myself taking the picture. Hence the bizarre expression on my face.
Tomorrow is new glasses day, which should be exciting. I'll have to take pictures. Of course I will. I take pictures of everything from the beginning of my day to the end.
I'm going to the dentist on Thursday. I can only hope that my day is just as exciting there....
(P.S: thanks to Nordo for the title of this entry)
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