Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Don't Trust the Green Dot!!!
that thing is the embodiment of pure evil! *Shudder* For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about then you're lucky...and you probably haven't visited an eye doctor recently. Though i guess it doesn't have to be a green dot...in Colorado it was an air balloon...Anyway you know that machine that blows air into your eyes? I frickin' hate that thing! It never used to bother me when I was younger (probably because I was staring at a pretty balloon), but this time it was like torture. The eye doctor in Clarion is indifferent to people suffering evidently. In clarion they have this really bright green dot you have to stare at while they puff your eyes. You see I have this thing about my eyes, in which i don't let anything come within a foot of them if I think it'll hurt them or something. So this whole time I'm waiting for the puff to come and the doctor is taking her sweet time. My eyes wouldn't stay open because I knew the puff was coming, I just didn't know when. they doctor had to physically hold my eyelids open just to have me jerk back unexpectedly. She literally said, "It's like torture to you, isn't it?" I just glared at her. That stupid dot didn't hold my attention very well and I was very aware that my eyes were going to be assaulted. When it was finally done they gave me a lecture about not wearing my glasses when I should, though they were surprised I don't get headaches all the time, and apparently my eyesight is pretty good even though I haven't been wearing my glasses. My left eye keeps getting better actually, though my right eye stays the same (I hate my right eye, everything is too bright). In the end they dilated my eyes when it was completely unnecessary (the doctor even said so but my mom told her to do it anyway...grr mom grr). So I ended up stumbling around Wall Mart afterwords, refusing to wear those stupid half shade things that don't even help. I'm going to have to wear my glasses when i finally start driving...though i hope I do better than my aunt. She's a horrible driver, though she blames everyone else when she stops after the stop sign and drift over the yellow line. I get scared sometimes.
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