OK, so very happy unhappy am I that I couldn't even compose this post earlier in the day. I won't go into all the boring details, but let's just say that the new contacts came, I still can't see, I went to the doctor and got some different new lenses, and I still can't see again. What the eff is going on here? Right up until I tore that one lens, all was well. Suddenly there isn't a single thing that can be done to help my vision. I'm wearing the (second pair of) lousy lenses just so I can go without the Painful Glasses for a day, and wear sunglasses in the blinding (ha ha) sunlight when I drive. I even had to increase the font size on my MacBook, so I feel positively ancient and feeble. Dr. Chang wants me to try these lenses for a whole week to see if they get better. Grumble, mutter, curse.
(Oh, and in case you had a lousy day at work, know that it wasn't as bad as the Contact Lens Lady's day at Dr. Chang's office, who had to deal with me completely losing it in her office, weeping and whining and blowing my nose. I could tell she was was wishing beyond reason that she'd called in sick today.)
If it turns out that I can no longer wear contacts for some reason—that is, if I can't see clearly and crisply with them—I will buy myself a really nice, comfy pair of glasses and prescription sunglasses. Maybe I will be one of those people who wears glasses all the time except at the gym or at the beach or at a fancy-schmancy party. I can live with that, I guess.
I bet you thought this post was going to be about tomorrow's Laser Round Two, eh? Piece of cake.
