Better Like This, or Like This?

Just had an eye doctor visit... the usual, annual thing that those of us chronically myopic bookworms have to have. I need new contacts cause I have 1 expired left lens left, and 2 rights. So. Not a matched pair.

What's funny is how competitive I can be. In the "is A or B better?" I really really want to get the answer right. Anxiously, I try not to squint, to blink to make sure the clarity is right. I mean, if I do it wrong, my vision will be all screwed up cause the prescription will be wrong. The very nice eye doctor compliments me "you're doing great." I feel a high five coming on. YES! I can read the last line. I'm just not sure that's a "Q" or an "O" but hey, what's a small san serif curly between good friends. "Look here at my ear while I shine this small light the intensity of the sun right in your eyeball." No blinking! "Good job." Yes. I can keep my eyes wide open while someone is puffing blasts of air in them. I am a fabulous eye-doctor patient.

And then there's the other stuff. "Your optic nerves are nice and pink" she says. That makes me feel smug. Hah! MY optic nerves are superior to, well, someone's, I'm sure. And that matters. Cause pink optic nerves are the new big boobs. Next thing you know, there will be (my) sexy optic nerves gracing the covers of magazines, headlines reading "You Know You Want Em" and "Check Out those Peepers."