I went to the ophthalmologist today. I really just wanted to see the optometrist, but it was probably good to see the doctor. They dilated my eyes, and by the time I was finished with everything, the sun had set. On the drive home, all the lights radiated numerous beautiful, spikey rays of light. Headlights, taillights, stoplights; they all melded into a sea of red and green and white twinklies.
I’m still seeing the spikeys—and the white background as I type is nearly blinding me—so tonight’s entry will be short. Of course, the whole purpose of going to the eye doctor and getting new glasses was to use up the money in my flexible spending account. But my vision plan is apparently of the ginormtrous type. I bought two pairs of progressive bifocal eye-glasses with chi-chi frames (one mucho expensive and one moderately expensive, both with bling!) and the newest in non-glare coating (since the old non-glare coating sucked) for $205. Oh wait, that included the doctor’s visit. For less than $200.
Now I’m going to end up losing money in my flexible spending account. But at least I’ll look fabuous in my new blingy glasses.