I attempted to get my eyes looked at today. That didn't go well. Sis was going to give me a ride, but it turned out that she was going to give me a ride to the place where she was staying, and then I was going to take the car and go get my eyes looked at. By the time she came to pick me up, I was not entirely functional. In the time it took me to get functional enough to drive again, they'd closed.
I did not react well to that.
Fortunately, bondmates are good at asking the right things to prompt me to surrender the built-up stress, and bondmates are good at saying precious words of healing and insight. They're also good for administering appropriate thumps on the noggin when one calls one's self nasty names.
