So, I went to the doctor’s today. You know, to find out what the cause of my headache is. (Spoiler alert: Still undiagnosed).
Anyway, I had low BP, so that was listed as a possible explanation, but maybe it isn’t the root of the problem.
We decided to go to the opthalmologist after that, thinking that maybe my eye sight’s gone woozy and maybe strain due to that is causing the headache. But, no. Worse news.
I have bad eyesight.
I need glasses.
Bad eyesight isn’t causing my headache.
I NEED GLASSES.
I NEED GLASSES!
I really thought that part of my life was over for good. I really, really did. I should explain what I mean, I guess.
So basically, I got glasses in third grade, and they lasted all the way till eighth grade. Can you believe it? Because I cannot. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I was when I was told that I don’t need glasses at all.
Ever so happy.
But now, they have forced their way back in my life. I’m doomed to wearing glasses till the end of time. (My time, at the very least.)
I’m so sad, it’s all I’ve been thinking about. I don’t like glasses. Now, one would call me shallow and judgemental and everything, but I don’t like glasses. I’ve worn them for a long time, so I’m allowed to dislike them, I think. You know how there are people who look good with glasses? Yeah, I’m not one of them. I’ve NEVER looked good with them. Sure, I look normal, but not good.
Why must this happen to me?!
They basically roughly estimated my power today, and ugh. I’m going to the opthalmologist again in a week or so, to get the real thing done. Then I’ll get glasses.
Then I’ll look weird.
I’m gonna go study.
Lots of love,
Sky who’s sad, xoxo.
P.S.: Please don’t think I’m overreacting. I was teased a lot for my glasses in third.