The day arrived and throwing caution to the wind I handed in my specs for new lenses. In the meantime I'm trying out contacts, which is a cross between being pissed and heaps knackered. I stacked it on the escalators coming up out of the David Jones food court, like a little mole coming out to fossick for morsels. Special thanks to Kath for helping me in Marion find some cheap sunnies - they came in handy!
It's been cool. Close work is kinda annoying, but distance is sweet. Outside things look so crisp. I got so used to looking through filmy glasses. Using a computer is still a bit confronting where things start to tear up after a while. I'm enjoying being able to put my head in my hands and not risk bending my frames. They're 30-day contacts so I can do everything in them. The TV ads for 30-day contacts would be fairly similar to women's hygiene product ads I would imagine. Women using Tampax taking over board rooms, abseiling off Niagara Falls, winning a gold medal. That's how I felt though. Skipping along after work I was trying to look people in the eye, to see if they noticed there was something new. Most probably they thought, where is that guy looking.. in both directions.. at the same time..? Haha.
And 30-day ones you can sleep with. The thought is kinda hard to imagine at first, but after an hour session in the optometrist of dragging my fingers all over my eyeballs practicing putting them in and taking them out, I'm happy to sleep with them in. How modern. I'm still waiting for vat-grown eyeballs.
Bed-time. Here goes.
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