For years and years, I LOVED my contacts. I wore them as my regular lenses. But in the last few years it has gotten increasingly more difficult to do so. My eyes are drier, for one, and invariably a lens or two gets stuck to the eye itself. That's uncomfortable, of course. But far more devastating: with the contact lenses in (using monovision), I simply cannot perceive depth.
Hence the spilled beverages. I literally can't see that I'm not reaching around, but through my glass or cup. The last spill was so aggravating (at work, with full cup of freshly purchased Veranda Blend from the Bucks), that I decided: THAT'S IT. Seriously. Over. Done. FINISHED.
No more contact lenses except occasionally in the pool. Otherwise, I'm sticking to my trusty progressive spectacles. Yes, I'm old. I need to face it. Gray hair? Check. Wrinkles? Check. Speactacles? CHECK.
5 comments:
Stay old. It is a gift. I am glad to say you are old.
A Lutheran aggravated over spilled coffee? This is most certainly true.
I followed the tradition of my sea-faring ancestors last month. I got both earlobes pierced. A bit strange for a 66 year old man?
Yes it is, and I hope the small gold posts aren’t too noticeable. The effect on my vision has been wonderful.
Tubbs, way to go! You mean, I mean to get a hole in the other ear to see better? Might have to give it a try! :)
Heard about it in 1963, from my English grandmother.
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