a sight for sore eyes

I had an eye exam this morning. It's awesome working for a company with a vision plan. This is new for me! I got two pairs of glasses for less than what I paid for one pair in the past. Good benefits rock my world.

I don't mind going to the optometrist. However, I do dread hearing the words "glaucoma test." That hard blast of air in each eye? Yeah, not exactly pleasant. The first one isn't so bad but I spasm terribly in anticipation of the second blast. It's a wonder my flinching didn't earn me two quick punches in the arm by former doctors. I totally had them coming, I admit it.

But! I'm happy to report that my new doctor used eye drops instead of that air machine thingy. Upon discovering this, I thought to myself, "Score!"

Um, until I got to work and took a gander in the mirror. Apparently, the drops have an orange tint to them which, after drying, leave a bit of residue around the eyes. Yes, ladies and germs, I traveled from Brooklyn to Manhattan via subway looking like a deranged raccoon.

That's hot.