Had an eye appointment today. I get all stressed out for eye appointments, due to the bad-ness of my eyes. Going to the eye doctor for me is like going to a dentist is for others.<\/p>\n
I love my doctor, though. He’s cool, he makes me relaxed, and he EXPLAINS TO ME what is going on with my eyes. No eye doctor has ever actually taken the time to TALK TO ME ABOUT MY DAMN EYES. What is happening with the itty bitty muscles, how my eyes are changing, what’s going ON … Information is not only power, but it is CALMING. My whole relationship to my eyes has always been one of pretty much intense fear … just hoping against hope that they don’t get worse, I don’t lose my sight – but he actually talks to me about my eyes, and I find myself feeling like … Wow. Maybe things aren’t so bad. No eye doctor has EVER made me feel that way before. EVER.<\/p>\n
I feel lucky I found this dude.<\/p>\n
He had me take my contact lenses out. I did. Feeling, as always, suddenly vulnerable with a capital V. I sat there in the chair. Blind as a bat. I even can’t HEAR properly without some kind of corrective lens – the world becomes a complete and utter blur. It stresses me out, and upsets me.<\/p>\n
We continued to talk, though, about my eyes – I did my best to hear him, even though I couldn’t see.<\/p>\n
I said at one point, “See, I sit here and become completely aware of how bad my eyes are … Like, you are totally blurry right now.”<\/p>\n
He said, “Oh, no, I’m just that way already.”<\/p>\n
I burst out laughing. “You’re blurry?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah. That’s just me.”<\/p>\n
I love this man.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Had an eye appointment today. I get all stressed out for eye appointments, due to the bad-ness of my eyes. Going to the eye doctor for me is like going to a dentist is for others. I love my doctor, … Continue reading