My BIG Beautiful...

Pupils.

That's the topic of the day around here.

I had my annual (and by annual I really mean I haven't been to the eye doc in nearly two years) eye exam today. I had put it off long enough...and I was dreading it. Hardcore. Like, when we were driving there this morning I was more nervous than I was yesterday morning going in for a job interview*! I told Chris I wanted to turn around and go home.

But he wouldn't let me. Lord. I'm such a baby. I don't know where my fear of going to the doctor (for myself, going with Chris isn't as bad) has come from. I've been this way since after my mom died I guess.

Anyway.

I went.

And it wasn't that bad. I always think they are going to find something wrong somewhere.

My mom had really bad eyes. My younger oldest brother has really bad eyes (glaucoma). Heck, three out of my four brothers are in glasses and I've been wearing contacts for over ten years.

So, I went back into the exam room and sat in that crazily uncomfortable chair while the tech asked me a million questions about my history and who had glaucoma/diabetes/high blood pressure in my family.

Then she asked me to remove my contacts. And that's when I didn't see anything for the rest of the exam. I am soooo near-sighted it's scary. I don't know what it takes to be "legally blind" but I have a feeling I'm close. I couldn't pick the opthalmologist out of a crowd right now if you paid me. That's okay though I liked the tech better anyway.

Of course right after I de-contacted myself I had to walk to another room for some sort of test. I can't believe I didn't trip over my own two feet. Then we walked back to the first room for the actual exam.

Just as the tech (I can't remember her name!) was about to put the dilating drops in my eyes she said it:

"You have the biggest pupils I've ever seen! That is so cool."

Well thank ya, I'll take that as a compliment. You see, that's not the first time I've heard that. Every. Single. Eye doctor I've gone to has told me that. Then I begged her not to dilate my eyes because my pupils are already So! Huge!

It didn't work. Now, nearly 12 hours later my eyes are still freaking out on me.

The good news though? No signs of glaucoma (thank you Jesus!). And now I'm more blind than ever because I had to get even stronger contacts. Every year my eyes get worse. What gives?

So the whole doctor thing wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. There, I said it. Now I just need to make my annual physical appointment and I'll be good.

Ehhh.

*No, I haven't heard any news about the job but I do know they did my reference checks this morning. It's going tobe a long weekend.