Caution! Eyeball discussion ahead…
So, to take my mind off my teeth, my ankle, and my sometimes sucky life in general, I decided to add one more item to my already teetering stack of adventures in the wonderful world of health. I got my eyes checked. The good news is that I still see 20/20 with my glasses. The even better news (I think) is that I found an optometrist willing to work with me on wearing contacts. The doctor I went to for years was the one who flatly told me I wouldn’t like them. I thought about insisting, but also felt like he wouldn’t be very helpful in a process he already considered doomed, or stupid.
I got the contacts Friday and immediately fell in love with the close up vision, but not so much the far off stuff. Everything is blurry when I look out across the room or down the road. I wore them Friday, after struggling and struggling to get the darn things in at the doctor’s office. I didn’t wear them Saturday because I was going to be driving in OKC and really needed to see the roadsigns from a distance. Sunday morning I slept late and didn’t have time to put them in since it’s still a major ordeal that finally comes down to snot running and lots of sweating before the darn things are in, which was just a little on the embarrassing side in the doctor’s office.
Sunday afternoon, I decided to put them in before I went to the show so I could see how they worked in a dark theater. Got the right one in without too much of a struggle, and started working on the left one. Took it out of it’s little container, squirted some of the solution in the palm of my hand and gave the lens a rub the way the doctor had shown me, I thought. While staring at the contact so as not to lose it, I carefully let the solution run off the side of my hand and into the sink.
Then I started trying to unfold the contact. After several unsuccessful attempts, I finally realized why it wouln’t unfold. There was nothing there to unfold. Somehow I had managed to rip the sucker in two and apparently poured the other half down the drain.
Yeah, that’s the way I roll.
So, anyhoo, I wore the right lens to the show sans the left one. Driving was interesting since I get kind of a double image experience when I’m looking into the distance. I see the image, i.e., highline pole, mailbox, fence post, etc., and a little to the left, I see a ghost image of the solid object. Not so great for trying to focus. But on the upside, the lens worked great in the theater. No appreciable glare and the the ghost images were barely there, if at all.
Whether or not I ever get the great lens experiment to work properly waits to be seen, but for now I’m loving the freedom of not having to wear my glasses all day at work. And that’s always a good thing.