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Better or Worse?

For some people their least favorite doctor’s appointment of the year is the one with the dentist.  Not for me.  It’s not that I love having my teeth cleaned, it’s just that I really don’t like my yearly check-up with the optometrist.

I was back at the optometrist two weeks ago for the first time in over a year.  Different doctor, same painful experience.

Now I don’t have any crazy weird phobia of the eye doctor.  I swear!  It’s that I hate the extremely bright lights shining in my eyes from all angles, and I really hate getting my eyes dilated (with more bright lights following).

The “better or worse” process doesn’t bother me as much.  For those of you wondering what the hell that means, let me explain.  A routine part of the yearly check-up is looking through a contraption at rows of letters on a screen in front you.  The contraption simulates glasses and the optometrist has the ability to change the power of the lenses you are looking through to determine your prescription.  With each variation of lenses that you look through, the doctor asks, “better or worse?”  (at least my optometrists have framed the question this way!)

The minute I make my yearly appointment I begin hearing this question in my mind.  “Better or worse?  Better or worse?  Better or worse?”  It’s not the better or worse part that bothers me; it’s the reminder of those annoying lights to come!