I have been sadly neglectful of my blog lately, but I have a good reason! Amidst all of the holiday madness, I finally got the courage to get LASIK surgery on my eyes! So, for the first time since I was eight, I can see clearly without contacts or glasses and its been a long time coming.
I had a fifty fifty chance at bad eye sight as a kid since my father has terrible vision and my mother has perfect vision (or did before that evil thing called aging required some reading glasses). But, despite these odds, both my sister and I ended up near sighted. I learned a lot watching my older sister get glasses and contacts, but apparently not enough to dissuade me from picking clear frames for my first set of glasses. My eight year old self was convinced that you wouldn't be able to see the glasses if the frames were clear. Such ignorance. Between those and the ill advised spiral perm I insisted on getting three years in a row, I had a rather awkward late childhood. And no, I will not show you pictures.
Things changed for me when I was eleven. See, we were moving to a different state, so my parents decided to have the eye doctor they trusted fit me for contacts early instead of waiting until I was twelve like my sister was when she got her contacts. Bribery? Probably, but it worked so who's complaining? Aside from my sister, who always had to wait for things longer than I did. Its not my fault she was born first.
Anyway, because of my astigmatism and truly horrible nearsightedness, the eye doctor fitted me for gas permeable lenses, or hard contacts for those (like my husband, lucky guy) who have never had to darken an eye doctor's door. The learning curve on hard contacts is much steeper than that of soft contacts for numerous reasons, the main being that they are hard and therefore hurt your eyes for a good week or two before you get used to them. The other being that they are a pain to put in and take out. So why did I get them? Because they corrected my astigmatism and my Dad told me soft contacts are for wusses.
I had watched my sister go through the hard contact acclimation a few years before, so I was ready to spend hours in front of the mirror trying to get the suckers in my eyes while my dad threatened from downstairs to put them in for me. But surprisingly, I didn't have a problem getting them in, I just couldn't get the darn things out! After a few weeks of my dad pulling on my eye lids for me, I finally mastered the art and my contact adventure began.
It was a bumpy road for sure. There was the constant fear of losing a contact. The envy when my friends all started getting contacts and were allowed to get soft contacts. And then there were all the random mishaps. The contact in the bottom of the pool. The one that broke in my eye. That one I swallowed. The one that disappeared for two days, only to turn up in the hallway, three rooms away from where it was lost. But we did ok, my contacts and I. I figured I would have hard contacts for the rest of my life and I had no problem with that. I was so used to the ins and outs of being a contact wearer that I never considered an alternative.
But then my husband, probably fed up with always being the designated contact finder when I dropped one in the bathroom, having to drive me to the eye doctor when said contact didn't show up because my glasses were so old they didn't really fit my face anymore, or hearing me complain about my eyes being on fire during allergy season (which lasts all year round here), suggested I look into LASIK. I put it off. The whole idea scared me. I hate having people (other than myself) touch my eyes and I'd been a contact and glasses wearer for so long, I didn't know if I could see myself as anything else. Plus, the hubby loves me in glasses and its always nice to keep him interested. But, after a few years of
gently prodding me to look into it, I finally did.
I'll go into the whole process in another blog post, because I'm getting bored with talking about my eyes, so you must be super tired of reading about them. Needless to say, I did it and will now not have to wear glasses or contacts again until my eyes are old and evil! Now I get to threaten to board a plane and fly across the country to put my nephew's contacts in for him and call my dad a wuss for getting soft (trifocal) contacts, but I don't have to panic every time a windy day arrives and throws dust in my eyes. And I can find my crying child at night without finding my glasses first. I'm still wrapping my head around the whole 'I'm not wearing contacts but can see perfectly thing', but I am totally loving it. The better to catch up on my celebrity gossip with!