Blinded…

Bob finished playing The Last of Us. I’m not happy with the ending. Either they set things up for a sequel, or…Naughty Dog forgot how to properly finish a damn game. Bob, on the other hand, was satisfied with the way things ended.

I had an appointment for an eye exam this week. I haven’t been to the eye doctor in two years and was long overdue, but despite getting postcards reminding me to schedule an appointment from the doctor I’ve been seeing, I just…never made an appointment.

And then this happened…

It’s not completely obvious by the angle, but my glasses are holding together at the left corner of the bridge by millimeters of metal. I was drying them off after cleaning them and they bent severely at the joint with almost no pressure at all. I had a panic attack and mental meltdown and Bob talked me down off the ledge and then I dug out my old glasses to wear in the interim.

While looking up the phone number to make an appointment, I found out I could schedule an appointment online. Oh my God it’s like they know me.

Considering the fact that I can’t pick up a damn phone (to make a call, answering is different) without having a panic attack, it was a huge relief to find out technology is on my side. I picked from a list of available appointments and clicked the schedule button and BAM. Done.

People at the eye place couldn’t seem to grasp the concept that I was not interested in getting new contact lenses. Yes, I wore them almost exclusively for about fifteen years. And once upon a time I thought I would NEVER go back to wearing glasses full time, but once my eyes started to reject the hard lenses, contacts became a painful burden instead of a convenience. I haven’t worn them in over two years. If I ever do go back to wearing them, I’ll go back to soft lenses, but for now, I’m content with being too lazy to deal with them.

I ended up getting two pairs of glasses this time around. I have no idea what they really look like on me because I’m too blind to see anything more than a couple inches from my face. But Bob liked both pairs, and his is the only opinion I care about so I’ll trust they’ll look okay once I get them. They were running a killer deal so I got two pairs for a couple hundred less than I used to pay for just one pair when I used to get them at Park Nicollet. (another strike in the shit column for PNC) Two pairs will give me a little variety and a back-up for when the next pair decides to break. And I don’t doubt it will happen again, considering the last time I went to the eye doctor it was because my hand was forced when my glasses decided to BREAK AT THE CORNER OF THE BRIDGE. I’ve worn glasses since I was eight years old. Aside from getting smashed in the face by bullies in gym class with a basketball and volley ball every fucking year, (No, really. I went to school with some real pricks.) I never had problems with my glasses breaking until the last four years. Whatever.

I read a post somebody wrote…somewhere…recently…talking about getting new glasses and lamenting their -4 prescription because ZOMG!SO!BLIND!

I laughed.

Because -4 is just cute.

Yes, those are minus NINES.

Yes I am way more blind than you.

And no I’m not currently interested in looking into lasik, so stop suggesting it.

And in seven to ten business days I should be able to see properly again.

Total Eclipse of the Heart is drumming through my head.

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