High five!
Today is National High Five Day!
Visited the ophthalmologist again today. She gave me a drop which both reduces intra-ocular pressure (a glaucoma drop) while it constricts my pupils. We also got the ball rolling on contacts, which I should be able to get soon. At least that part of the day went well.
Afterward we went to Giant to fill the prescription. The first thing the pharmacist says is "so you're not sullen, a loner, won't talk to people," etcetera, referring to my sunglasses, since the recent VTech killer apparently wore them all the time for no good reason. Obviously she meant only to jest a little, and I laughed, but I found myself rather surprised at how much it just... hurt. You might think I took offense to association with a murderer; but her 'joke' didn't really mean "you look like a murderer."
It really meant, "you look like a freak."
I find it hard enough to wander around using sunglasses on cloudy days just imagining the weird nut I must look like. When someone so transparently confirms it, what do you do?
Here's to looking less like a freak.
High five!