
I've been wearing glasses since I was 8. And believe me, I've heard just about every derogatory remark ever know to man and
pissy grade three's you could ever hope to hear.
About 7 years ago I went to see if I could have laser eye surgery to once and for all have my eyes corrected.
"Your cornea is too thin. Wait a few years, the technology is always improving."
So it was with bated breath that I went to my preliminary exam for laser surgery last week. "Your cornea's too thin. Your prescription is too high. Wait a few years. The...."
Yeah yeah yeah. Heard it before.
Oh, and Doctor? Your technology is no match for how fast my eyes are deteriorating.
So. That's it. I'm not going to bother again. After the eye doctor suggested I apply to have lens replacement surgery I walked out thinking, "Nah. I'll just have to be sexy in my specs. I think I can do that."
But I'd be lying if I told you I was wasn't terribly disappointed. Because I was. I just wanted a chance. An option. An opportunity to have this magical treatment that would allow me to see.
And when I finally stumbled outside into the light, I must admit, I wept inwardly for a moment at not having the choice.
And then I had to feel my way into a store to have the shopkeeper dial whatshisface's number to come pick me up.
Those dilating eye drops are murder.