So I’ve got wretched allergies, right? And I’m really bad about going to the doctor.  It’s more because I hate making phone calls than I hate going to the doctor, and I think more doctors should do online scheduling, but that’s another story.

My eyes were itching and watering for three months before I finally decided to go to an eye doctor. Anyway, the first thing they did when I went in was to take a quick eye test, and I could hardly read any of the lines on the chart, with my glasses on.  One week later, after 10 drops a day and a bizarre regiment involving baby shampoo and a Q-tip, my eyes were vastly improved, and I could read a whole lot more lines on the eye chart.

So I’m realizing that I’ve been driving around with seriously impaired vision for a while. I might even blame my vision for that ticket I got running a red light on Northwest Highway, costing me $75. Not only was my eyesight impaired, I drove around squinting all the time because the light hurt my eyes, driving east in the morning and west in the evening, always into the sun. It’s a wonder I didn’t have an accident.

So the moral to the story is… ach, no moral. It’s just better to be able to see if you’re going to be driving a motor vehicle. Duh.

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