Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Saturday I went to have my eyes checked like any good human with less, and I mean way less, than 20/20 vision does on a yearly basis.
Once I arrive, take my contacts out, and go through the series of the three machines, the assistant thinks she has jokes and says, "Wow, your left eye must be fuzzy."
Um, yeah. Thanks for reminding me. Left eye is buzz kill. My left cornea is the reason I am not a candidate for Lasik.
Moving onward toward the examination room, the doctor thinks he has jokes too. Bless his heart. He tried to make it funny but most of his jokes fell flat, especially when he asked me if I have ever been awarded the white stick award.
Do we need to rub my less than stellar vision in today people is all I could think about this time.
I do have to give him props for knowing what grade I was in when I started to wear corrective lenses without seeing my medical history.
The exam finishes and I discover I have not been crazy for the last year and yes, my vision has been wonky. At my last eye exam either I wasn't told or I misunderstood that when I am wearing my contacts I should also be wearing reading glasses when I am reading, looking at spreadsheets, am on the computer, etc.
Thank god! Oh, and my vision has changed significantly in the last year. My astigmatism has stabilized but my right has degraded by four and my right eye has degraded by five.
I believe I am going to be one happy girl when my new contacts arrive.
Sunday I hit up Walgreens and Rite Aid to find two pairs of reading glasses. One strength is for when I am on the computer and the other is for when I am reading and looking at other stuff other than the computer screen.
Great. Now I get to haul around reading glasses on top of everything else I already carry with me.
In case you're wondering, I will be sporting the +1.25 when not on the computer and +1.00 when I am on the computer.
Good times y'all. Good times.
Don't even get me started on trying to see on one of the sunniest days of the year after my eyes had been dilated.
In the next month or so I will be back in there more times than I would choose to be but at least I get to see the MD on one of the follow ups to determine what options I do have, if any, for surgery to correct this vision I have been blessed with.
I do feel blessed. I know it may not seem like it but I do feel it. I can see, fuzzy and jacked up as it may be. I have the opportunity and means to have my eyes checked and purchase corrective wear. This is more than some of my fellow humans have so I am not complaining.
I'm just going to keep on rolling with it.
Peace and Love Peeps.