Sure, ever since the release of Maddie's Me Bag, I welcome readers! The more, the merrier! I HEART readers. This day, however, was a different story....
As a person with Type 1 Diabetes, keeping up with doctor appointments can be overwhelming. Especially since I started seeing a new endocrinologist. Then the dietitian. Then the diabetic educator. Then go to the lab for blood work. Repeat.
So, when a reminder card showed up in my mailbox, I cringed. I had to make ANOTHER doctor appointment. This time, it was for my eye doctor. This is a good time to mention that prior to my diabetes diagnosis, I never went to an eye doctor. Pretty lucky, right?! Needless to say, I have grown to take doctor appointments very seriously and I do my best to allow all of my doctors to have input so I can live a healthy life with diabetes. Now, on with it....
As a teacher, Winter Break is a great time to make appointments so I called the eye doctor's office and scheduled a visit for the last Saturday of break. Don't get me wrong, the appointments are pleasant. The doc and I go way back, I actually taught 3 of his kids. Whatta great family! Anyhoo, an appointment is typically filled with catching up and friendly banter. And, of course, I don't mind going as my "witty" motto is...
MY EYES ARE THE ONLY HEALTHY ORGANS I HAVE LEFT. That's right, 20/20, Baby!
Until today. He said it would happen. He said it was inevitable. And unavoidable. Not because I have diabetes, but because of my age. My age?! Whaaaaaaaat?
Here's where it gets funny. He lowered the boom about how I need readers (actually it went, "No, you don't NEED readers, but it will sure make life easier and better for you.") and then he dilated my eyes. Now, people, I am a huge fan and advocate for multi-tasking...but...as the doc was waiting for my pupils to open up, he sent me out to choose my new eyeglass frames. Obviously, he didn't understand how I was going through some depressing internal dialogue (My AGE?! What happened to my healthy eyes?!). I quickly discovered that the waiting/frame selection room was extremely bright. I put on my sunglasses. By the way, I hate sunglasses. They bother me. They give me a headache. So, I was looking at the frames with annoying sunglasses on-INSIDE-trying to figure out how I am going to like wearing readers while partaking in the relaxing activity of reading. Ying meets yang.
Enter the young employee/frame selector dude. Unable to actually see the choices of readers, this youngster chose them for me. I trust you, Dude. (Right?)
Is this a dramatic post? Absolutely. Do I realize there are far more worse things that could have happened to me on this day? Of course. But, at that particular time, I was conflicted as to what was upsetting me more...my age or the fact that I arrogantly walked into the appointment thinking I would be quickly dismissed to go about my day and enjoy the end of Winter Break. Regardless, I walked out with a receipt that I needed to put in a safe place; it would claim my new readers in 1 week. I can't wait to actually SEE what they look like.