I am the most independent thing that ever went to the doctor. Yesterday I drove myself to the GP, which takes a third of the time that bussing-and-then-walking-or-waiting-for-the-irregular-and-infrequent-6C-bus, and then today I drove myself to the optholomologologist to see what was wrong with my wretched, blood-shot eyes (answer: Who knows!? Sure not him! Take some eye-drop samples.) but to do his eyeball-looking he had to dilate my pupils, leaving me with enormous, moon-baby eyes.
Guys, moon-baby eyes SHUT when they are in the sun. You CANNOT DRIVE with your moon-baby eyes shut. You have to walk around the mall in sunglasses, keeping clear of large windows (which, it's a mall. It is made of large windows) for HOURS. Also, you cannot buy anything because they also numbed your corneas (so they could POKE THEM [!!!]) and you're having trouble getting your eyes to work in partners so you can see what you're not buying. Also, you cannot read.
I didn't have my camera handy (alas) so I can't share the moon-baby eyes with you, only the coming-down-from-the-moon-baby eyes (i.e. once I could drive). They are still having trouble playing nicely together..