Substandard eyeballs

Hooray, I’m almost human again! My cold has subsided finally. I have also successfully stolen my parents’ software and done my taxes, efiled, and scheduled for Uncle Sam to suck what I owe out of my account (Sigh).

Staying at my parents’ has made me realize how my prescription really has risen, the way the rising numbers from the optometrist tell me it has. I can function perfectly well when necessary without my contacts in, thankyouverymuch, but I hadn’t realized how that’s helped by my habits in my apartment. Last night I was reaching in the bathroom in the semi-dark for a cup because I was thirsty but didn’t want light to wake me up more, and I ended knocking over /both/–not at once, but one and then the other when trying to right the first, even–my contact solution bottles. I was bemoaning my klutzitude–I’ve never done that before!–when I realized that at my apartment, the cup is /always/ in exactly the same place by the sink, and the bottles are always in /exactly/ the same place on the other side. Helps with “seeing” everything, certainly!

I suppose I might as well admit it, though. I finally admitted to myself a few months ago that part of the real reason I cling stubbornly to my landline as well as my cell is that it is physically impossible to lose the landline in the case of an emergency in the dark without my contacts or glasses. I suppose I could place the cell on the exact same place on the nightstand every single night, but eeeeeh. My landline comes cheap with my TV and internet!

Stupid eyeballs. The second they stabilize in prescription I’m taking lasers to ’em. That’ll teach ’em!


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