Eye Doctor

     I was at an eye appointment earlier today. The routine check-up was coming to an end when the doctor decided to ruin my day. "Now I'm just going to do a dilation. Is that okay?" she asked. I nodded, a frown forming on my face. I didn't know what that meant. "If you agree for this to happen today, then close-up things should be blurry for about four hours. Do you have any computer work or exams later today?" "Well, no." I answered. That's when my mom decided for me, "Might as well have it done today." Oh, sure, because I didn't need to work on homework, help prepare a meal for my Friday-afternoon volunteer job, or be able to see any of my text messages for the rest of the day.
     The eye drops stung and, though my eyes were already becoming sensitive to the light, the eye doctor shined ridiculously bright lights into my eyes. Was she trying to make me blind?
     In order to walk outside I had to wear these roll up sunglasses that made me look like a fashion-senseless freak. If I wanted to avoid any such judgment then I would have to suffer the sun's intensely bright glare.
     Even now as I type this, I have to squint if I happen to turn toward the window and I can't read anything close to my face for the life of me.
     All I got out of this appointment was a prescription proving what I already knew: my eyesight had gotten worse. And, of course, sensitive and blurry vision for the rest of today.
     I think I'm so pessimistic today because I've been getting lousy sleep for the past few nights. Hopefully since it's almost the weekend I'll be able to catch up on this much-needed sleep and be back to my optimistic self in no time!