About a year ago, I noticed a weird little spot on the white of my eye. At first I thought maybe my eyes were just bloodshot or something so I didn't pay much attention to it. One day I was talking to my mom and she asked me about it and told me I should get it checked out. That night I did what every person does when they feel like scaring the crap out of themselves. I googled it. My google search gave me two possibilities. One was a freckle that happens more frequently with people that have a little more pigment in their skin as they get older. The other suggestion was of course cancer. Now here is where I learned quite a bit about myself.
Faced with these two possibilities... getting older or having eye cancer...which one was easier to wrap my brain around? Yep. I was convinced that I had eye cancer. I mean me? Getting older? HA!
So of course the more I thought about it the more that eye hurt and the blurrier it seemed...by the time I went to the doctor I was convinced that I was doomed. Before I saw the doctor they took pictures of my eyes. When the doctor came to get me he was very nice and quiet. I was positive it was because he felt sorry for me. When I walked into his office there was the big picture of my eyes and he had circled something and written something on it. Ooooh crap. I knew it! My legs shook the entire time he checked my eyes.
Then the news...
I have an eye freckle. No, make that two eye freckles. One on the outside which is the spot that I noticed and one on the inside which is the thing that he circled. Other than that, he said that my eyes look really healthy and that I should wear sunglasses more often because of the pigment...thing...with the getting older...and what not. Then he gave me my new prescription and sent me on my merry way.
My husband of course thought this was hilarious and took every chance he could get to make fun of me. I hate to admit it but he has every right. This isn't the first time that I've googled some sort of ailment and convinced myself that I or one of my loved ones has cancer of some sort. It's even worse that I had just assumed that it must be cancer because there's no way I could be getting older, plus my eyes were blurrier and that was one of the side effects. No, it couldn't have had anything to do with the fact that I hadn't had my eyes checked in four years!
Get this, the very next day I kid you not I got mail from AARP!
I'm 28 years old!
*on a frugal note, since I still like the glasses that I already had. I just had them replace the lenses and I saved about a hundred bucks!