Have you ever done something so retarted that you have choice but to laugh at yourself? And then you laugh so much that you almost think the retarded thing you did was worth the embarassment you might suffer because in the end laughing at yourself was better.
Well, that pretty much how I feel right now.
I woke up this morning with blurry vision and really thought something was wrong with me. A few weeks ago, I was traveling on a work trip and had the same experience -- blurry vision that is just enough off to drive me crazy and make me wonder if I was developing a blind spot or have a tumor or something. While I was on my trip I thought maybe I had put my contacts in the wrong eye (one eye is worse than the other), but when I tried to swap them I realized they were right to begin with. I never figured out what was wrong and eventually the problem went away. That was four weeks ago today.
Today, when I put my contacts in I immediately noticed that my vision was blurry. It was worse this time. Rather than trying the obvious like I had in past (swapping out contacts), I began the self diagnosis. I've been taking this medication and one of the side effects listed as "serious" includes blurry vision and trouble wearing contacts. Yep...that was it. I just knew it.
Since I am going on a vacation in two days, I knew there was no time to delay! I called my doctor on the way in to work and left a message for the nurse explaining my problem and my self diagnosis. Later that day she called back to clarify (though she sounded really skeptical of my problem). She told me she'd talk to the doctor and get back to me. In the mean time I got impatient and also called my eye doctor. They sounded skeptical too (i don't know why) but I made an appointment anyway.
Finally, by the end of the day, I decided to skip my homegroup because the blurry vision started making me feel sick. I didn't give a lot of details to the homegroup, but being the awesome friends that they are, they actually prayed for me (and my tumor) -- I love them! So, at this point I have my homegroup praying for my healing. Everyone at work knows, not to mention two doctors who I've convinced need to treat me.
When I got home, I knew there was only one last thing to try. "What the heck...I'll just switch my contacts out," I thought. "I know that's not really the problem...I really have some sort of turmor or eye disease or bad reaction to medication....but I'll try it just in case. "
HMMM...what do you know? It worked! Perfect vision! I couldn't believe it. I was healed so quickly. I could have sworn that I tried that before I left home today, but who really knows.
So, to those who haven't found out yet -- I don't have a tumor. I am just incredibly RETARDED! I think my homegroup girls are getting a good laugh out of this one, and soon my co-workers will be laughing too. I am even laughing at myself. The only person who probably won't laugh is the doctor ...as soon as I call her tomorrow to cancel my emergency appointment!
Do you think they treat serious cases of stupidity mixed with a little drama?
Monday, July 2, 2007
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