My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might actually explode. My palms were sweating [and thank all that is holy for that extra strength deodorant I put or my pits would be a straight-up swamp], and my vision went blurry. Every muscle in my body froze, making me move like the Tin Man. My voice reached the pubescent boy pitch, and the only thing that could have possibly made it any worse was really terrible jokes. Then came the word vomit AND the jokes.
That was when the really sweet front desk lady at Eyedeology on Peachtree and 7th walked me back into the exam room.
I am 27, and until last week, I had never been to an optometrist before. Dentist, rheumatologist, gynecologist. Psh. Easy peasy. But someone examining my eyes?! I have never been as scared as I was walking into that place. The staff instantly tried to calm me and prepare me for what was going to happen during my appointment, but I couldn’t shake my trepidation and panic.