Vanity Betrays You

So my daughter got contacts. Which is good, because she can actually see the board in class now.

I thought, I should get them, too, then I'll understand what she's going through in the morning.

(sigh)

Sure, I can do this. I know I have a paranoid attitude about anything in or near my eyes, but I can't stand these crummy reading glasses anymore. Not to mention the unsightly line eyeglasses leave on the bridge of my sensitive nose. Yep, I'll get contact lenses.

Ah, the wonders of getting older. Fortunately, the optics industry has come a long way, so I had some choices. Now I'm wondering why I waited so long.

I got my "trainer" lenses last weekend. The "eye assistant" had to leave the room because she was driving me crazy with her micromanagement of my technique. My eyes looked like a desert full of red tumbleweeds, with all the fuss trying to get the lenses in. After she exited, I succeeded. Imagine that.

Yesterday, it took me 5 minutes to get the right eye in. Then 15 for the left. So I gave up to retry later.

Let me just say that spending hours feeling like a lash is stuck in your eyeball is not my idea of a good time.

I've been asking everyone I know who has contacts about their techniques for applying and removing them. Apparently, there is no right way. At least I'm getting better at this, and I did manage to face my fears about something in my eye.

Next week, I find out if my eye doctor thinks I should continue, or it it's just a bad choice for me. Something about checking the health of my eyes to make sure they can tolerate the lenses.

Oh, joy. The things we do for vanity.

[ tags: contacts, eye doctors ]