Man, oh man.
Somehow I managed to get a couple of cuts in my eye.
In my clutziness I’m sure.
For anyone who has dealt with this, man oh man, you know what I’m talkin’ about.
It’s a burnin’ pain.
Add to the dilemma that I wear contacts.
So I had to take my contact out of my left eye.
So now I’m half blind, and in pain.
I don’t know which of the two is worse to tell you the truth.
Granted, the pain is a lot to deal with.
But, equally so, I am having to adjust not having a contact in … and I have had them since I was what, 16.
And … not being able to see out of one eye.
Of course, if you’re reading this … you’re probably saying, ‘Stop whining. Put your glasses on.’
And you see … that’s another can of worms all by itself … because well … I don’t have a backup pair of glasses.
It all stems back to my teen-aged years …
I hated wearing glasses.
I was about 14 years old when I finally clued my parents in on the fact that I couldn’t see anything on the blackboards at school.
Yep, I was the girl always moving to the front of the room whenever the teacher moved to the blackboard or overhead.
I somehow managed to pass the school eye exams every year.
I was very careful to pay attention to what the person in front of me said.
I was a whizbang when it came to memorization.
Still am, come to think of it.
Anyway, I avoided glasses like the plague.
One day, I finally clued my mom in … sure that she would let me get contacts.
Her response … your sister couldn’t wear contacts so I’m not wasting the money.
Ugh … having an older sister gave me no opportunity to forge new ground.
Anyway, my parents did get me a pair of glasses – although there was nothing pretty to them.
Is there anything pretty about glasses, period?
So I used them in class – when I absolutely had to.
The rest of the time, I tossed those babies into my bookbag.
I guess you can imagine the result.
When I was 16, I finally got my wish, and I got contacts.
And I haven’t owned a pair of glasses since.
Anyway, so the point is I suppose, no backup glasses.
Oh, and forgive me if this column makes no sense at all.
I think being half-blind is going to my head.
And staring at this computer screen is only making it worse.
The even scarier thing would be driving right now.
Which I am sure that I will tackle at some point over the next couple of days while I’m healing.
All I can say is keep your eyes peeled for the one-eyed monster!
And um, it would be really nice if um … I could get better soon.