It's the second day of my final year of law school and I am already insanely busy. In part, this is because I got accepted to work on a community legal aid project (yay! but also: STRESS), but there's lots of other stuff too, like being maid of honour in a wedding later this month and agreeing to a bunch of volunteer work. Oh and school, of course. However, there is nothing like procrastinating by blogging to temporarily ease frazzled nerves.
So I thought I'd blog about what a big baby I am. I think I can say honestly that I've had quite a few icky/unpleasant/painful medical procedures. Injections into joints, defibrillators in, out, and in again, giving myself needles three times a week... lots of stuff. So what's the one thing I really just don't seem to be able to handle?
Contact lenses. I am trying. I'm trying so hard, but I just cannot. get. them. into. my. eyes. I keep telling myself that if I can shove a needle into my stomach and stay wide awake while a guy slides a catheter up an incision in my groin, I should also be able to stick a nice soft smooth piece of plastic in my eye. I should, right? But every time I get close, I freak out and blink. I want to be able to wear them for the wedding, and I honestly do not know what to do.
I think I need someone to threaten and intimidate me. Someone to yell things like "STOP BEING SUCH A BABY AND JUST DO IT. DO IT NOW. DO IT. DO IT." That's the kind of tough love I think I could respond to.
3 comments:
Aw, Helen! Don't be so hard on yourself. It's counter-instinctive to purposely put a foreign object into your eye, you know? I've always wondered how people could do it at all, but I guess eventually they learn to override the blink reflex. You will too. I'm sure of it. ;o)
And this is your LAST year of law school! Incredible! It seems like you only got started. What a cool career and future you have ahead of you! I've always admired your pluck and courage, and now I do even more.
Best wishes with the contacts. You'll be beautiful for the wedding in glasses or without them, anyway. Sending hugs and perseverance your way.
When I first started wearing contacts (9th grade) I left the optometrist crying THREE TIMES before I finally managed to get those suckers into my eyes. One of the optometrists wanted to put them in my eyes for me, but that freaked me out even more. He was super mean and told me I'd never get them in my eyes if I wouldn't let him do it! But eventually I got them in and I've been wearing them every day ever since. HANG IN THERE!! YOU CAN DO IT!!
(DO IT!! DO IT!!)
Thanks you two. :)
Mariah, that makes me feel a lot better!
Last night I actually got one of them in my eye! Granted, it was kind of scrunched up into a little ball by the time I actually got it in there, but at least it was in there. Tonight I will concentrate on keeping it smooth and putting it in properly. I'll just keep going and hopefully, by September 29th, I will be able to wear them!
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