Also I picked up my new sexy specs yesterday. Last week I paid the optometrist a visit. After many arguments with Scott over my poor passenger seat direction giving, I thought maybe I should have my vision check. Especially with the road trip looming in our near future.
Last weeks visit to the eye doc turned out to be quite the event. Besides finding out my eyesight is pretty bad and that I should be wearing glasses all the time, especially while driving. (The doc was surprised I was able to pass the vision screening at my last license renewal, I didn't inform I got lucky guessing half the letters.) I also learned that I have some manifestations of FAP in my eyeballs. (Can I please escape all things FAP for one week!?) Turns out I have a few CHRPEs (stands for Congenital Hypertrophy of the Retinal Pigment Epithelium. Yeah, CHRPE's, pronounced chirps, is much easier on the tongue) on each of my pretty eyeballs or actually my retinas. CHRPEs are much like freckles or birthmarks on the retina, and are present since birth. While all the reading I have done on CHRPEs, indicates they are a benign condition, my eye doc wasn't as laid back. He talked me into getting these crazy pictures taken of the back of my eyeballs, so we had the size and location of the CHRPEs on file. He was concerned if they grew or changed in anyway it would be a sign they are cancerous. So basically, he said it is now really important to go to my yearly eye doctor appt. if nothing more then to monitor these eye freckles. Oh yeah, and that super high tech eye ball picture taking, think insurance covered that?! Of course not.
After learning about my new FAP apparition, I had to pay. (I am seriously wondering what is the point of eye insurance at this point) As I whipped out my wallet to pay, I accidentally threw my back-up undies across the office. Life with a j-pouch doctrines that you must carry a back up pair of underwear with you at all times. You never know when you might read the new plumbing's signals wrong, and I have learned it is always better to be prepared. Over the next 30 seconds (which felt more like 10 mins.) I had to decide if I wanted to ignore the neon pink under-roos that were now sitting 15 feet away, or calmly say "excuse me" and saunter over to them and pick them up. If you're curious, I ended up embarrassingly walking across the office and cramming then back into my purse, the whole time with a matching pink face.