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maryThis morning I went to the optometrist. He told me that my vision is perfect, and the pain/squinting/headaches I've been getting is all due to what he called c.v.s - computer vision syndrome. Apparently I need to look at something in the long distance at least every twenty minutes, and the problems will go away in a few weeks.
He also did digital imaging of my eye, which was pretty cool. I have a teeny tiny freckle on the back curve inside one of ny eyeballs which I need to get checked once a year, but otherwise my eyes are very healthy -- no cholesterol damage, no high blood pressure, no nothing. He told me off for not wearing sunglasses as much as I should, because apparently I have large pupils which, coupled with pale irises, means that I am basically a creature of the night.
But I mention all this because I can't remember the last time I had any kind of check-up or examination and a part of me was declared excellent. It's been the weirdest confidence-booster -- all day, whenever the usual 'you're a fat ugly failure who will never do anything good' chant started in my head, I just kept on thinking of those photos of my optic nerves with all their healthy, perfect blood vessels coming off them, exactly as they should be.
In other news, I am going to wake up super early tomorrow morning (oh cross-timezone calls, I remember you from when I used to actually be a useful journalist!) and call Paramount studios about booking for myself and my travel-friends into a studio tour, because if I don't get to go here when I'm in the states I will curse myself forever.
So I suppose I should prolly go to sleep now, if I'm going to be up at yuck o'clock, then.
He also did digital imaging of my eye, which was pretty cool. I have a teeny tiny freckle on the back curve inside one of ny eyeballs which I need to get checked once a year, but otherwise my eyes are very healthy -- no cholesterol damage, no high blood pressure, no nothing. He told me off for not wearing sunglasses as much as I should, because apparently I have large pupils which, coupled with pale irises, means that I am basically a creature of the night.
But I mention all this because I can't remember the last time I had any kind of check-up or examination and a part of me was declared excellent. It's been the weirdest confidence-booster -- all day, whenever the usual 'you're a fat ugly failure who will never do anything good' chant started in my head, I just kept on thinking of those photos of my optic nerves with all their healthy, perfect blood vessels coming off them, exactly as they should be.
In other news, I am going to wake up super early tomorrow morning (oh cross-timezone calls, I remember you from when I used to actually be a useful journalist!) and call Paramount studios about booking for myself and my travel-friends into a studio tour, because if I don't get to go here when I'm in the states I will curse myself forever.
So I suppose I should prolly go to sleep now, if I'm going to be up at yuck o'clock, then.