Make no mistake; I am very
grateful for my eyesight. As bad as it
is, I can’t fathom life without it.
Having said that....here goes.
It really all started several weeks ago…maybe months (some things are
insidious and just creep up on you). I
realized I couldn’t see very well. I’m a
well-seasoned contact lens wearer. Been
wearing them since I was 12 or so…all kinds, hard, soft, semi-soft, 30 day, 90
day, daily, clear, duel lenses, navy blue (now they were something to behold)
so I feel like I’m kinda of an expert on the subject. All the while, I had glasses to switch
to…single lens, sunglasses, driving glasses, swimming glasses, bifocals, and on
and on. In a nutshell, I have
experience.
I’ve been thinking for a
while that I just couldn't see - something wasn’t working anymore.
(lots of things fall into this category these day) So I’m at the college gym trying to blend
in. That’s really difficult since no-one
in there is over 22. I’m lifting free
weights facing the mirror, concentrating on my form. (you get the picture) That’s when I notice that my shirt’s on
inside out. Not only that, but also
backwards…tag dead center under my neck.
It just continues to
unravel. I resorted to wearing
glasses for a few days. That got old. I finally went to see my eye doctor and took his advice.
Stop wearing the dual lenses. Go
back to the regular old distance kind...the kind that requires you to
habitually have a pair of readers on your head.
I did and I’m happy
again. I can see – most of the
time. Last night I tore a contact in half
while trying to get it out. Spent
the entire night with part of it floating around in there somewhere.
It’s a pure tribute to
Farmville, that when I called a yellow pages number this morning at 8:30 to Dr.
Charlie Wilson’s office, his receptionist told me to come right on over. Took me straight away and got that stuck
remnant out. He did call for the
forceps. (honest) “Forceps, good grief."
Glasses are looking better and better.
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