I Can SEE!

Hello blog, remember me? Yes, I know, I suck at updating lately. Bite me.

But I have something for you! An update about my contact situation. I went back to the eye doctor last Friday for my follow up appointment. I was actually excited about this appointment because my eyes had been giving me such a fit that I was ready to tell my doctor she was crazy and I couldn’t wear contacts anymore. I was using so many eye drops that I was starting to feel a very close relationship to Visine, and my eyes itched incredibly bad. Imagine your worst allergies ever and multiply that by one hundred. Ok, maybe that is an exaggeration (which is so unlike me), but they were pretty bad. They itched whether I had my contacts in or not. Plus my eyes were kind of swollen, which is not a look I prefer. I didn’t know if they were swollen from the contacts or from me rubbing them. Needless to say, contacts and eye/I were not getting along. I was extremely disappointed in my eyes and their complete lack of contact-wearing-ability. I was also excited about this appointment because she was NOT going to dilate my eyes. Victory! Once I get there, my first task is to re-take the field vision test. I didn’t do well on one part of it last time, and she wanted to see if it was because there was really a problem or just because I messed up and wasn’t used to the test (as if! Could it possibly have been because my eyes were dilated, and I had just had contacts jammed into my eyes for the first time in my life? Thought so.). Anyway, I was ready for it this time. Even though my eyes were itchy and blurry and all contact-hatin’ I was so gonna rock it out this time. Bring it on flashy lights! Gimme that clicker! I’m so gonna win this game! Er, test! Unfortunately about halfway through each eye I couldn’t tell if I was really seeing the lights from the test or just seeing spots because the woman put the eye patch on so freaking tight. No joke, when I got done I went back to the waiting room and got out my mirror, and sure enough I had grooves all over my face from where she essentially suctioned that patch to my face. That looks super cute! Not.

Now it’s time for my eye exam. First things first, I totally passed the field vision test. Score! Now tell me something I don’t know. Ok, take a look at my eyes, as long as you don’t do that whole pressure test thing again. She didn’t, so that was good. She did however take like 5 minutes to open what I thought was an extremely important diagnostic tool that turned out to be an oversized Q-tip, all the while talking to the assistants in eye language that I didn’t understand. What is the Q-tip for already! As soon as she gets it out, she says “I’m just going to flip your lids inside out, it might feel a little funny.” Oh! Is that all. Ok, no pro- WHAT?! Before I can process what she just said she has flipped my upper eyelids inside out. Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh, my eyes are inside out ew ew ew make it stop hurry up stop stop stop. Whew. It’s over. The good news is that she said I’m allergic to the contacts and/or the solution. Woo! I’m not crazy! There really is something wrong and my eyes aren’t just non-contact-wearing losers! And of course, I just bought a huge bottle of solution since the sample they gave me ran out 3 days before my appointment (coincidence? I doubt it. They are probably in cahoots with the Opti-Free people) and now I can’t use it. The bad news is that now she switched me to a “special” lens and “special” solution. Special = expensive, I’m sure. Figures. But then the even better news, I put the new contacts in while I was there and within minutes my eyes felt 10 times better. I felt like shouting “I can see at last! I can see at last! Thank God Almighty, I can see at last!” (ha ha, I made myself chuckle on that one, sorry). I still have to go back again in a month though to re-check things out. It is now a week later and things are going extremely well. And by well I mean I no longer want to claw my eyes out every second I’m awake. Now, my eyes are superstars! Heh.

Well that’s that. In other news, I am COMPLETELY STOKED because NC State football season starts this weekend. Helloooo Carter-Finley, I’ve missed you! Why yes, I’ll sing the fight song, don’t mind if I do. I’ve got season tickets and can’t wait for tailgates, fight songs, wolf howls, and good times with Kimbo my partner in crime. Right now I’m trying to decide which NCSU attire to wear to Saturday’s game. Silver Mr. Wolf earrings or obnoxious red ones with tassels? Classic t-shirt or one with smart ass saying on the back? Decisions, decisions. Either way, I’ll be cheering my heart out come Saturday night for my favorite Red and White from State, the WOLFPACK!!!