I am blind as a bat. Okay, maybe not quite that bad, but when I am not wearing my contacts I cannot see a single thing, so needless to say I wear my contacts every single moment of every single day, (I guess I am afraid I might miss something).
Now any eye doctor will tell you that this is not a good thing, “Your eyes have to breathe” they scold. But like most other words of wisdom, I tend to just pretend I did not hear it. If you do not hear it, it does not count, right?
Wrong, (please do not tell anyone I ever said this, thank you). I will wear my contacts until my eyes no longer have a hard time breathing, but they have reached the point of gasping for air. Then like clockwork, the eyes turn red and blurry, I start rubbing on them constantly, before you know it, an eye infection.
Now I can not wear my contacts at all and as I stumble throughout the house bruising various parts of my anatomy I curse myself for one, not listening to the expert, and two for being too cheap to just get a pair of prescription glasses to have around the house, just in case.
Well I have finally wised up, about the glasses I mean, I have a ways to go in other areas. Of course not until after I have yet another infection, a lot of whining and moaning and being stuck shut up in the house because I can not see to go anywhere, because I do not have any glasses. One afternoon a friend of mine scolded me to just shell out the darn money already, suggesting that I buy a pair online. (Imagine that, is there nothing we can not get off the internet these days)? Eventually we will never have to leave our homes ever again. So anyway, she tells me about a pair of glasses that she purchased and they were only $28. “Yea right”, I said, but she insisted that was all she paid. They probably will have a $125.00 shipping and handling fee tacked on too. So I started a search and sure enough there were sites selling cheap eyeglasses. I would now like to point out that I really do not like to call items I purchase ‘cheap’, so from here on we will simply refer to them as ‘inexpensive’. However, I was still not a believer yet, they are going to try and get me somehow I just know it.
I looked over the selection of sites, chose one that I could easily navigate. Did I forget to mention that I am computer illiterate also? Then I began to peruse the choices, found a pair that I could live with, and called my Doctor for my prescription. (He asked why I wanted it. I wonder if he knows you can order glasses off the internet too, or maybe he was just wondering about me since I refused to wear them and he was possibly losing a charge for each time I had to visit for another round of antibiotics. In the end he did give it to me, reluctantly). Hesitating for a few moments I bit the bullet and placed an order.
I waited. “What if I do not like them?” I kept asking myself. I really do hate to buy things off the internet, it just makes it all the more difficult to return things you do not like. (But I do not think I could return my glasses anyway, anywhere. It is not like they can just put them back on the shelf like a sweater and sell them to the next guy that comes along). Thoughts of negativity raced through my head for 4 days. That is it, 4 days, and I found the glasses in the mailbox waiting to begin their new life with me. I eagerly ripped open the packaging, closing my eyes, in case I hated them. (Maybe I should have just taken my contacts out then I would not have known the difference). And guess what, I loved them. They were just like the picture, they fit like a glove and I thought maybe, just maybe I could wear these once in awhile, (and not just when I was under duress, they made me look smart). Once again, it is our little secret.
So the moral to this whole story: One, listen to your doctor. Two, antibiotics do make you feel better (but so does a few choice words when you bang your shin). And three, break down and get yourself some stinking glasses so that your life does not have to come to a screeching halt when you do not obey rule Number One.
I waited. “What if i do not like them?” i kept asking myself. I really do hate to buy things off the internet, it just makes it all the more difficult to return things you do not like. (But i do not think i could return my glasses anyway, anywhere. It is not like they can just put them back on the shelf like a sweater and sell them to the next guy that comes along). Thoughts of negativity raced through my head for 4 days. That is it, 4 days, and i found the glasses in the mailbox waiting to begin their new life with me. I eagerly ripped open the packaging, closing my eyes, in case i hated them. (Maybe i should have just taken my contacts out then i would not have known the difference). And guess what, i loved them. They were just like the picture, they fit like a glove and i thought maybe, just maybe i could wear these once in awhile, (and not just when i was under duress, they made me look smart). Once again, it is our little secret.
So the moral to this whole story: One, listen to your doctor. Two, antibiotics do make you feel better (but so does a few choice words when you bang your shin). And three, break down and get yourself some stinking glasses so that your life does not have to come to a screeching halt when you do not obey rule Number One.