I went in for my annual eye exam, knowing I needed a new prescription for my glasses. The doctor was looking in my eyes with the light and asked if I had been having headaches.
So my optic nerve is inflamed. My eye doctor said I have to go to the neurologist, but it’s not uncommon and probably nothing.
He walked me to where Josh was.
Me: I’m dying.
His face was a look of panic and anxiety.
Dr: That’s not what I said.
Me: Oh, I know, I was just giving my husband a hard time.
Dr: We don’t joke about that.