I had my first eye appointment in a year and a half today, and I now remember why I detested going so much in the first place. After about asking me 50 different questions of "Is this one better? Or this one?", pulling my eyes open, and asking me a bunch of questions the doctor already knew the answers to, I just felt like ripping my eyes out. To top it off, he thought I had glaucoma, so he put these yellow drops in my eyes that made them feel like they were sticky and at any moment be glued shut. Why, of all the things to inherit from my parents, do I get bad eyes? Ugh.
In other news, for the past week I've had an Irish woman at my house. At first it was very awkward and hard to understand her, but I've grown accustomed to having her here, and even think of myself as an Irish accent translator. The extra cool thing is, there may be a chance that I get to go to Ireland this summer. How awesome would that be?
And for the sad (not really) news. I've decided not to do the A-Z thing anymore. (yes boyfriend, you were right) (and no, you may not rub it in my face) Sorry, to all of you who actually like it, if any of you did. If so leave a comment to bring it back and I just might. But that's about all I had today, so leave some comments about your terrible doctor experiences, or your travels, or just life in general. 'Till next time. :]