I have my eyes back!

[avevale_intelligencer]

The opticians have repaired my glasses and I can see again. Suddenly everything--thinking, moving, reading this screen, watching telly, motivating myself to do things--is about ten times easier. I still have the headache and probably will till my eyes readjust, but that's a minor thing.

I remember with amazement and horror that when I was young and stupid I often left off my glasses because I didn't like the way they felt on my face, or possibly even the way I looked with them on (standard NHS frames, so yes, fairly ugly, but still, what monstrous vanity). Back then I only had a little blurring in one eye, so hey, it couldn't make any difference, could it?

In a couple of weeks I shall have a new pair, and then these will be a valued backup. I shall do my best never to be without such a thing again.

Message of the day; if you need artificial aids for anything, anything at all, always (where possible) have a spare, and never try to do without them unless you know for a fact that it will either improve, or at least not worsen, your condition. And never, ever for the sake of vanity.

And once I have paid for my glasses, I must steel myself and see about getting on to a dentist's list.

Comments

[hobbitblue.livejournal.com]

Yay, vision does make life easier. And yes on the spare pair, though it still doens't always help - when I lived in Germany for a year, I carefully took my spare pair of glasses with me, but that didn't help much when they were safely in my flat and I'd just managed to snap the plastic frames of mine while cleaning them sitting on a tram into the centre of Hannover, some three hours train ride from said flat! There was much wandering in and out of late-opening shops hoping for sellotape (interesting problem when neither me or my friend knew the word for sellotape), and then the problem of getting an eye test and replacement glasses when I finally got back to my town.