I Spy with My Eye

I do not fear going to the doctor. I don't fear the dentist. Scrapes, blood and minor surgeries - no problem.

Yet somehow going to the eye doctor causes me extreme anxiety. I suppose it's related to my desire to be perfect.

After all: Who wants to fail anything, let alone their eye exam?

Add in a second week of steroids and, ahem, three cups of coffee (but no breakfast) and by the time my doctor stepped into the exam room I was a certified mess.

I felt the need to tell my doctor that I was anxious - because I'm sure he wouldn't have been able to tell that by my shaking hands and twitching eyelid (!!).

And this is why I go to see Dr Tran:

When I said, Dr Tran, for some reason I feel very anxious when I come in for my eye exam, he just looked at me, smiled and said:

Now Shannah, it's going to be ok.

I've always thought our visits go quite well.

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And, by the way, it did go well. My vision hasn't changed since 2007. My psyche has a bit, perhaps, but not my eyesight.