Ok so the other day I wake up, and much to my alarm, discover that my right eye has decided it no longer cares to see. Understandably concerned, I call the eye doctor and decide to make my way on over there. After waiting for a couple of hours, since I was, after all, a same-day call-in, which is apparantly a blasphemous phrase to the medical profession, I was seen by the doctor.
So he looks at my eye, and after writing some notes, he says to me "Well, it happens."
IT HAPPENS!?! IT FUCKING HAPPENS!?!
I don't go to doctors offices, wait for two hours without being able to read or watch the Goddamn Teletubbies because I can't fucking see, so that when I finally get in to the office the doctor can tell me that it happens. I am well aware that it happens. It happened to me. Of all the attributes that this particular ailment could have, the one I am most aware of is its potential for happening.
All of these feelings where physically manifested by me looking at him, out of my good eye, and opening my mouth but not having anything to say. I eventually collected myself enough to ask him to elaborate.
Apparantly, my eye swelled for some reason, and I might possibly have glaucoma, but they're not too worried about it, so neither am I. I'm going in for a more thorough checkup next month, so hopefully everything turns out well.
Until then, here's me hoping that all doctors decide to give you the whole story the first time.
