Tomorrow is a big day for me. I have finally (or at least I hope I have) conquered my fear of placing a foreign object onto my eyeball, and I will be getting contact lenses. I can't wait!
I've worn glasses full time for four years and up until about six months ago, I swore that I would never, could never wear contact lenses. I'm not exactly sure what changed my mind, except that I've decided I'm tired of wearing glasses, and Jeff is tired of his dorky wife wearing a pair of sunglasses over her "real" glasses because she's too cheap to buy prescription sunglasses. So..........I've been counting the days until my "Gotcha Day"--of course, my gotcha is for my contact lenses and definitely NOT another child!
Tomorrow morning is my "contact lens teaching" appointment. I'll update you on that tomorrow night. But, for now, I have to say that I have found out getting contact lenses is quite a bit like being pregnant: it brings horror stories out of the woodwork. You would not believe all the horrible, awful, downright terrible contact lens experiences I have heard about in the past two weeks. Everything from "I had headaches ALL the time." to "Don't rub your eyes or the lens will slide up under your eyelid." Good grief!! I'm having nightmares of thick-eyeglassed people sitting around at Lens Crafters, swapping contact lens horror stories and trying to "one-up" each other with exclamations of "that's nothing, when I got my lenses........blah, blah, blah."
Jeff says to tell everyone that I don't need anyone to be pessimistic for me. I can handle that very well on my own, thank you. But, this time, I refuse to let them steal my joy! I am sooo excited to be done with my glasses. If these contacts don't work, I think I'll call the lasik vision doctor. I can just imagine THOSE horror stories!!