It’s embarrassing how excited I am about going to the optometrist. I’m trying to call them “optometrists” instead of “eye doctors” because I feel like I sound about six years old when I say “eye doctor”. Although, when I went to hunt one down on my insurance company’s website I typed “obstetrician” instead. Hey, they both start with ‘o’. I was close.

Anyway – I’m on my last pair of contacts, that I can barely wear for an entire work day before wanting to claw my eyes out. My glasses are relatively new, but the left lens is scratched beyond oblivion. Which doesn’t bother me while I’m wearing them. But they’re also super warped and the eyelashes from my left eye rub against the lens. THAT is maddening. And may be what is causing the scratching? I always thought eyelashes were pretty soft. Do butterfly kisses freak anyone else out??

I have a chiropractor appointment today as well. I’ve been going to the good ol’ chiro since January. Yay, scoliosis! I have no clue if it’s helping. I didn’t really have back pain – I had a sore jaw. But that got better! And I found out my back is jacked up. Since I was fairly active in college (I mean, not really, but I did have to walk around and I rode my bike to campus) and now I’m not (I sit. All day. All freaking day. omg the sitting I do), my back gets sore more now than it did pre-chiropractor. I’m giving the old doc the benefit of the doubt and assuming my back would be in much worse shape  had I not started going to him when I did.

But let me tell you…the first back cracking you have at a chiropractor is almost a religious experience. It. Was. Glorious. I wish I could have that again. Now that I’m going every three weeks, I almost get it. I was going once a week and it cracked a lot each time, and then not so much, and then it didn’t really crack anymore. So then it was every two weeks – same thing. And now it’s three weeks, and we seem to have leveled out. My family keeps asking if I’m ever going to get another x-ray (you should see the first one!) and I dunno. I haven’t asked, because it will cost money. lol!

We’re on the high-deductible plan, which is supposed to be GREAT if you’re young and healthy. Unfortunately I started going to the chiropractor right as it kicked in, so my HSA has never had more than a couple hundred dollars in it. If you have no idea what the last few sentences mean, congratulations – you’re still young. A year ago I didn’t know what it meant, either. And now look at me. Broken down back and rambling about HSAs…

The thing I’m dreading the most, though, is the dentist. I do not want to go to the dentist, you guys. It’s been since 2009 that someone with training and degrees pertaining to it has looked at my teeth. I’m so so scared. I used to have terrible teeth. Terrible, terrible teeth. Up until high school, every time I went to the dentist they either found a new cavity or were filling a previously discovered one. And then it got better! Life was great! Oh huzzah!

Dad retired in 2009 and we all got put on Mom’s awful teacher insurance. No dental. No dentists. Now that I finally have it again, I’ve been putting it off for nearly a year. A YEAR. Because I’m scared. I started flossing again yesterday! Because I know the time is soon. Soooooon. Do you think a few weeks or month or flossing will make up for years of missing dentist visits? Me, either. :(

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