Just Relax

I had my meibomian glands squeezed, medically speaking expressed. I would like to say this is a euphemism for something fun, but it’s not. Wasn’t terrible but wasn’t a lotta fun. My right eye, my ‘bad’ eye, went smoothly. So naturally I believe my left eye, my good eye won’t be painful.

HOLY HELL, I say to Dr. R.

I’m sorry, I cursed, I tell him, like he didn’t hear me. He tries not to laugh.

My good eye apparently was more inflamed. Go ahead, do it again, let’s just get it done, I tell him.

Just relax. That’s what they all say, I tell him.

Remember to breathe, I tell myself.

Dry eyes are not fun and I'm ready to rest them for a bit.