I have an eye exam tonight. Here's hoping I don't have a first-class spazz out like I did at my last appointment.
For some reason, I got really flustered at the "Which is better? This one . . . or that one? Is number 1 clearer than . . . number 2? Number 3 . . . or number 4?" portion and couldn't make a decision. Then when I did throw out some random guesses, it turned out that my prescription needed to be strengthened a bit.
That made me upset because I already have to get extra-super strength contacts that they have to special order. I envisioned quickly reaching a point where there aren't contacts strong enough to correct my vision or even glasses strong enough to fix it, and then what would I do? So, I started crying and couldn't stop.
I'm not usually emotional like that, so then I was upset that I was getting upset. The poor doctor was trying to reassure me, pointing out that I had a long way to go before I couldn't get corrective lenses. Then he made some notes in my file, and that freaked me out. Oy.
So, we'll see how it goes.
You do remember that Seinfeld where Elaine peeked at her file, right? No good comes of it.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, when 1 and 2 don't have much difference, I just tell her that. She never told me that I had to pick one.