It's the second day of my final year of law school and I am already insanely busy. In part, this is because I got accepted to work on a community legal aid project (yay! but also: STRESS), but there's lots of other stuff too, like being maid of honour in a wedding later this month and agreeing to a bunch of volunteer work. Oh and school, of course. However, there is nothing like procrastinating by blogging to temporarily ease frazzled nerves.
So I thought I'd blog about what a big baby I am. I think I can say honestly that I've had quite a few icky/unpleasant/painful medical procedures. Injections into joints, defibrillators in, out, and in again, giving myself needles three times a week... lots of stuff. So what's the one thing I really just don't seem to be able to handle?
Contact lenses. I am trying. I'm trying so hard, but I just cannot. get. them. into. my. eyes. I keep telling myself that if I can shove a needle into my stomach and stay wide awake while a guy slides a catheter up an incision in my groin, I should also be able to stick a nice soft smooth piece of plastic in my eye. I should, right? But every time I get close, I freak out and blink. I want to be able to wear them for the wedding, and I honestly do not know what to do.
I think I need someone to threaten and intimidate me. Someone to yell things like "STOP BEING SUCH A BABY AND JUST DO IT. DO IT NOW. DO IT. DO IT." That's the kind of tough love I think I could respond to.