Calling the self-care wagon

[torquill]

I started looking up more possibilities for what could be happening to my vision, based on tests my optometrist did today. I finally realized that between the appointment itself, driving around this morning, and the sleep study thingie last night (why no, I *didn't* sleep well) I really needed to stop. The options at this point are alternately frightening and depressing, and most have very serious implications.

The back of my mind just keeps yelling "AWESOME" in fury.