So, I went and had my eyes checked today. I hate going to the eye doctor. I arrived at my appointment thirty minutes early by accident. As I am sitting there waiting, I am losing my nerve. I hate the eye doctor. A young girl walks in with a blunt trauma to the eye. Ugh! I start sweating profusely hoping that I won’t pass out. Max asks why I am shaking. I tell him that I don’t like going to the eye doctor (I can’t say hate in front of the kids). The doctor finally calls me in. I calmingly sit in the chair. She flips the lenses back and forth making me choose which is best. It is so hard to decide. I don’t want to seem indecisive, so I quickly make my choices while wondering if I am picking the right one. Then comes the part I hate–the eye drops and blue light. Ugh! I am really sweating now and I can barely sit still. I am panicking but I know that I have to hold it together because Max is in the room with me. I tell the doctor that I am freaked out by eyes and that I hate the blue light part. She is very patient with me. I move my head toward the forehead and chin rest. The blue light starts coming at me and I start backing away. The doctor explains that the blue light is spring loaded so that if it touches my eye it will bounce back and not poke me. I almost faint. I don’t want to hear about anything touching or bouncing off my eyeball. Yuck! I hate going to the eye doctor. After 2 or 3 tries with each eye, she gets what she needs with the blue light. I start to relax a little. Ahhhh…just the white light left and I am done. After she finishes the horrible exam, she tells me that there is an easier test with just a puff of air rather than a blue light. What? I don’t have to worry about that damn blue light anymore? Nope! If only I had known that sooner. Well, at least I am done with the freakin’ eye doctor for the next two years or so.