I got new eye glasses today. I hate glasses, but I need to wear them more often. Even given my hatred of glasses, the real reason I’d worn them so little lately is that mine were broken.
But, I’ve been warned over and over again from several Doctors…well ok…ALL DOCTORS (that have examined my eyes) that my eyes don’t do well in contact lenses. So today I went to get a pair of glasses in order to make sure I could take a break from them every now and then.
The doctor told me today that despite the precautions I (thought I) had been taking, the damage to my eyes had not repaired itself, and in fact it seemed to be continuing. I won’t go into the details, but lets just say “Lasik here I come”. The problem is, she also told me that although health, prescription, and age wise I’m a good candidate for Lasik — “no competent surgeon” is going to “cut into an eye” with the sort of damage my contacts have inflicted upon me.
Now she has assured me that my eyes will repair themselves with a little effort on my part — which of course I’ll provide in even greater amount now — so don’t worry.
Anyway, while I try to get myself into lasik shape…you’ll probably be seeing me in my (new spiffy) glasses alot more often. Feel free to make fun of me…I will gladly kick you “skwa in the nutts”.
Also today during my exam the doctor gave me these eye drops to dilate my eyes. This is a bizarre experience. Things are blurry, I got kinda dizzy, and MAN I don’t think the sun has EVER been that bright.
I found it odd, however, that they would choose to take a picture of my retina AFTER dilating my eyes…since this photo requires them to shine a light (which is approximately as bright as the sun on Mercury at high noon) directly into the eye. And it’s not just that my eyes were dilated that made me think this… they did one eye before and one after. Even with the first eye (before the dilating) the beam of light blinded me (in one eye) for a good five seconds and nearly knocked me out of my chair.
So while I waited the hour to get my glasses (Lens Crafters) I walked down the street to the McDonald’s. But with my dilated eyes I was walking down the street with my eyes squinted nearly closed, looking down at my feet, and my arm over eyes. I was one muttered oddity away from being one of the crazy people you see on the streets. “….Turn back.”
All for a pair of glasses I don’t REALLY want anyway.
