Then I went to the eye doctor.
About ten years ago I needed glasses and was at a routine check-up to get a prescription and got some dilating eye drops for a routine pressure test..... And ended up in foggy land, passed out on the floor. The doctor told me it was called a vasa vagal reaction, it wasn't a big deal, and I would outgrow it. Fast forward through five years of eye doctor avoidance, and I decided it was time for contacts, which meant confronting my fears, going to a new eye doctor, and putting objects not just near but in my eyes.... It went great! And even better news: they had a new eye pressure test involving puffs of air to which I had no adverse reaction. I continued using contacts, getting yearly exams, pleasant puffs of air, and absolutely no eye drops. All was well with the world.
Until now. My new eye doctor used those bleepity-bleep-bleeping dilating eye drops again. I told her about my previous problem and that I hadn't had the drops since. I told her my previous doctor said I would probably outgrow it, and she agreed. Plus, you know, I've put stuff in my eye every day for the last five or so years.
We were wrong. Guess I'm not done 'growing up' yet.
And since passing out always makes me feel like death warmed over, I ate ice cream for dinner last night.
Check back tomorrow for a hopefully awesome grilling recipe!
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