Yesterday afternoon. Went to Costco because they're a lot less expensive. Heh. We walk out of there in the hole almost $500. And we're not done yet. Besides glasses, I'm also getting contacts. And one of the lenses, the lense for my left eye, has to be a special lens.
You know how years ago I used to post when I was bored that my eyes were different sizes? How I'd sit here with them closed and touch my eyelids and feel the size of my eyes and they never seemed to be equal?
I WAS RIGHT!!!!!
Heh. I found out yesterday I have astigmatism in my left eye. In my case, that means instead of being round like a baseball, my eye is more oval. Along the lines of a football. It's no big deal, not life threatening or anything and can be corrected with lenses. I really don't think I've had this all along, honestly, I don't. I think it came about over the past few years as the sight in my left eye has gotten considerably worse over the past few years. I think my right eye hasn't changed at all.
The doctor didn't have the right contact lens for my left eye, but she gave me a regular lens to use until the others come in. And she also gave me a lens for my right eye. I was happy. I put them in and she tested my vision and it was pretty good. I'll still need reading glasses, but it's not like we don't have a bunch of different strengths here at home.
She asked me if I wanted daily, weekly or monthly lenses. Okay, okay, I know it's been a while and I wasn't sure. She said "okay, we'll get you monthly". Yeah, my mind went there and I asked.
"I can sleep in them?"
Oh. My. Gawd. Her eyes got big. She kind of smiled. I could tell she wasn't sure if I was serious or not. (I kinda was.) "Uh, no, these lenses LAST for a month of daily wear; you have to take them out before you sleep."
Brian was shopping while I got the vision test and after all was done and it was time to pay the piper, I saw him getting in line to pay for our groceries. I ran out of the optometrist's office and started talking to him and we went back into the store. (I wanted to get some of the nail polish I've seen before for presents for the vet's office, but they no longer carried it....that's Costco.) And I was carrying my prescription and the bill I needed to pay. I told Brian "I have to go settle this, I don't want them to think I ran out on them."
He got in line (again) and I went back into the optometrist's office and they took my plastic money. Then it was time to choose some frames.
It's really hard to do when money is an object. I tried to stay away from the $99.99 lenses. Brian looked, too (but I don't think he was as concerned with the money issue as I was). It was really helpful to have him there because he had a better idea of what looked good on my face. Sure, there were frames I liked, but they weren't as flattering as others. I did find a frame I really liked and brought them to the counter. She put them on me and shook her head. "No, you don't want these, they're too wide for your face." And she went on to explain that the vision would be warped at the sides and that's not what we wanted. I needed to find a size that was under this number (she points out a number on the face of the lens). So, back to looking. Brian finally found a nice one, they looked good on me and they had a nice fit. $49.99. The only drawback was the part that goes back over the ear. I really wanted ones that had just one piece instead of two, because in the past, I've had problems with my hair getting caught, but it's not that big of a deal.
I got two pair. Sunglasses and Transitions, both progressive lenses. And all this other stuff, like anti-scratch, anti-reflective, HD and more. And from my online research, we got an awesome deal on them. They should be in before year's end. I should hear about the contacts this week. I'll be called when they get more in and the doctor can check to make sure they'll work for me.
So, I'm happy. I wear the contacts out of the store. I'm looking around at the stuff that is no longer fuzzy. It's nice. I wonder how long it will take for my eyes to get accommodated to contacts. We go home, put the groceries away, and then out for Mexican food (we used to do this all of the time, but somewhere along the line I became reluctant to leave the house, no idea why). When we got home I figured the lenses had been in long enough. I went into the bathroom to take them out.
I see that some kitty has peed in my sink. I turn on the water to flush the pipes, both hot and cold, both full blast. I wash my hands, then proceed to remove my right lens. I then opened the case to store the lens. The lens was not on my finger.
I look around for it. It's not on the counter. It's not on the shelf that previously used to be my bosom. It's not on the floor. There's only one place it can be. Still in my eye. I spent almost a half hour digging for that damned lens in my eye. I never had any luck finding it. I even got a flashlight and reading glasses and searched for it in my eye in the mirror. It was not there. That didn't stop me from still trying to grab it out.
Today, my eye is red and itchy. I'm of a mind now that when the lens was on my finger, it dropped off during the trip from my finger to the case. It dropped into the sink that had the water going full blast. I do believe my lens is on it's way to some sort of water cleaning system. I KNOW that lens is NOT in my eye. But you know how the mind works. You know those little head voices that you try to keep quiet. "Maybe it's still in there. Maybe it moved to the back of your eye. Maybe it's in your brain."
Yeah, I know and the big head voices are out screaming that little head voice. "That's not possible! It can't roll back into your brain! You'd feel it if it was still there! Don't listen to that other voice, just don't listen!"
So, here I sit. Left lens in. Right lens gone forever (or maybe not... ) Reading glasses on. And ready to start a new day.
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