House of Burgess

I got my eyes checked today for the first time in almost a year. I tried to wait as long as I could before going back, but I finally realized I couldn't wait any longer. I'm on my last pair of contacts now and my glasses are coming up on eight years old.
Everything was going fine during the exam until it came to the pressure-checking portion. I'm sure you know the part I'm talking about. It's the part where they give you the numbing drops with and then poke at your eyes to check for cataracts. At my old eye doctor they had a big machine that had a blue light that would slowly come in for the kill. Actually I didn't realize until a few years ago that it was actually touching my eye and applying pressure. I just thought they were shining this cool-looking blue lazer beam into the back of my skull.
This particular eye doctor I went to today didn't have this machine- he had a ballpoint pen-looking instrument that he swore did the same thing. He even had a tiny condom-looking cover he rolled over the top, I guess in an effort to sterilize the thing before prodding my eye.
The other thing that freaked me out was that he didn't turn off the lights. Actually, looking back I'm glad he didn't. I don't know about you, but when someone is poking at my eyes, I want them to have as much visibility as possible. I guess I was just pining for the days when I was being zapped by the friendly blue light with all the other lights in the room off.
It was over fairly quickly and the good news is with just a few days left of my 24th year of life, I have been declared cataract free. Hooray!
I think I'm honestly more afraid of getting my eye poked again with the testing pen of doom than I am of actually getting cataracts in my mid 20's.