June 5, 2008

on the worst part of getting your eyes checked






having to look into the machine, knowing you will receive a puff of air into your eye. I HATE IT.


Seriously, I had THE worst time yesterday. At my hometown opthamologist, I at least got to look at a lovely hot air balloon; however, Kirksville plays the game differently. They are so hard core that they make you just stare at a piercing green light, telling you not to blink while they take their sweet time with whatever they are doing. You never know when the puff is coming, but you still have to "open your eyes as wide as you can". I've seen the tv show "24" and I feel like this is some kind of torture that they could use in future shows.



My eye would start twitching in anticipation and each time she'd send the puff-of-death, I'd completely jump out of my seat, getting just a bit more embarrassed each time. I finally had to hold onto the bottom of the chair (no joke) and have her countdown before she did it (which worked better than the sneak attack, but also made me feel like I was 5). I think I only jumped a little and she got her awful glaucoma test in.

And then I had to do the other eye.




On a happier note, we watched "Ghostbusters" last night. GHOSTBUSTERS = CINEMA GOLD.


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