Confession #1: I hate doctors. HATE them. I’ve been known to pass out just by the mere sight of a needle.
Confession #2: I have been walking around for the past year or two without glasses, even though I really need them. I live in New York City and have never had a celebrity sighting all on my own… probably because I can’t see properly. And I constantly snub my friends and acquaintances on the streets or at events because well, I just can’t see them!
The boyfriend has picked up on this. On top of this, he and I are both big movie people. He was tired of trying to tell if I was squinting (usually the case) or sleeping, and continued to nag me about getting to the eye doctor. I kept putting it off. Then finally, this weekend, I was feeling courageous and decided to just get it over with.
He came along for moral support. (There was no way in h*ll I was going by myself!!!)
Things went well until they did a pressure test (the one where they put the colored drops in your eyes and then shine a light on them.) I got dizzy. And then I nearly passed out. A panic attack ensued. The boyfriend basically carried me home. I was mortified.
The good news is that I now have a pair of Prada eyeglasses and prescription aviators coming my way.
What I’m most excited about? (Besides being able to properly see again?) Potential celebrity sightings. (Obviously!)
Lessons learned:
1 – White Coat Syndrome (doctor/needle related anxiety) is a very real thing.
2 – I have the best boyfriend in the world.
3 – Maybe I need Xanax for my next doctor visit.
4 – Prada is an excellent reward for enduring a doctor visit.
