The Common Tragedy of Ophthalmology

     Eye-eye, Candies! On Wednesday, I was forced against my will (kinda) to go to the eye doctor. There, I had to endure the pain that is a regular visit to the eye doctor's. I originally went because my vision had gotten a little blurry and I thought the power of my glasses had gone up. After reading some letters in a ridiculously small font and only missing one of them, they said I had 20/20 vision with my glasses.
     But you know what?
     If a poisonous bee was flying at me from that distance and that happened to be the one time I misidentify the airborne object (just like I missed a letter one time) I could end up with some serious allergies or worse.
     Just sayin'
     But that wasn't even the craziest thing! I'm sure all of you with vision issues can relate when I say "THE DANG DILATION DROPS!"
    First, they put these drops to help the dilation drops sting less. The first drops, however, are highlighter-ink yellow. Seriously, for the next few minutes, whenever I wipe my eyes, the tissue comes away looking like it wiped up the blood of a small population of highlighter-ink-blooded creatures.
     Then the dilation drops kick in and I start looking like an airheaded anime character. AND THEY HURT!
     Finally, I get the joy of waiting for an hour for my 10-minute consultation with the eye doctor, who pronounces me pretty much healthy. Why did I come here again?
     Then I get to go home and wait for the DILATION DROPS OF DOOM to wear off.

yay.