I usually complain a little about how if we're going through all this med school Ryan could at least be specializing in something that is useful to me. And then I give the ultimate slam to an M.D. and say, "Like a chiropractor." That always goes over well. :) But eyes? Perfect. Never needed glasses, contacts, nothing. I'm trying find the silver linings where I can - like free designer sunglasses for me, some Botox here and there, wish I could use that Latisse to make my eyelashes grow, but I'm too chicken because I don't want my blue eyes to go darker. Anyhow, yes, I guess I have found a few perks.
And then tonight. Cash was playing with a bunch of cables that Ryan was cleaning out and Ryan saw as he flung around a USB cable that bounced back and whipped him right in the eye. I didn't see anything but before I knew what happened I caught Ryan's immediacy as he rushed him into the other room called out orders to me and within 30 seconds had dyes and drops and lights to show us exactly where the cornea had been scratched. Minutes after that they were off to the hospital to check him out more. It was freaking me out a little to see how much Ryan was freaking out - I guess knowing all the bad things that can happen and being worried about a ruptured globe - especially on your own kid, tends to make you a little paranoid.