a full blown anxiety attack

I hate the eye doctor.  I've always hated the eye doctor.  I'd take a pap test any day over going to that stupid place.  The way you have to smell the doctor's breath because he's three inches from your nose, the puff of air that tests for glaucoma (who the hell has glaucoma), the letters that you've memorized but you try really hard to figure out if you can actually read them. 

It always takes forever, and it costs way too much.  I've had my share of eye problems, so I'm constantly paying out $30 co-pays for those visits where you're just "making sure everything looks okay."  I started ditching those appointments once I figured out their little scheme.

Anyways, my friend works at a new eye place in town and she had a 50% off coupon on your entire pair of eyeglasses.  FIFTY PERCENT OFF.  That meant I could buy the name brand pair!  Like, a really cute name brand pair!

Of course my prescription was expired (a conspiracy, I'm sure) so I had to see the doctor to get a new one.  Now, I may hate going to the eye doctor, but I LOVE my actual eye doctor.  He's tall, handsome, has good hygiene, and wears nice clothes.  All of which matter more than having a Doctorate in Optometry.

So the anxiety attack.  My stomach was already in knots from a stressful day, and I was also worried about what Patrick was going to eat for dinner, I had this eye doctor appointment, et cetera. 

This was a new eye doctor.  He smelled funny, he wore a $10 John Ashford sweater, he had acne scars, and he wouldn't stop talking.  I mean, I was ready to high-tail it outta there like ASAP.  He went on and on and on about his daughter's education and how they wanted to send to her a Catholic school, BLA BLA BLA.  Enter:  FULL BLOWN ANXIETY ATTACK.  Either I was going to barf or I was going to start bawling - I really held it together though, I was proud. 

Because I knew I'd be ordering my new fabulous pair of glasses!  The last pair of glasses I bought were from 2007.  Patrick recently destroyed them, which was okay because my vision went kaput after going through pregnancy so I really needed a new pair. 

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This is the pair I ordered - I LOVE THEM.  They're just what I was looking for, and I even paid an extra sixty bucks for the anti-glare.  Ya know, going all out here. 

So the moral of the story is sometimes anxiety attacks are worth it when you get a materialistic prize in the end.