First pitting. Best person to start with is yourself, eh?
So I decided that I wasn’t pretty enough. Another thread for another day, perhaps. Anyway in my Quest To Be Prettier, I decided it was time to get contact lenses.
Went to the Dr. and he hooked me up with some gas permeable lenses. He admitted they were harder to get used to than the soft, disposable kind but they would definitely give me better vision and be cheaper over the long run. Seeing well is nice, so is saving $$. So i’m all over it. Besides, my mom has worn this type for 35 years so she can help me out, right?
I plunk down my $300 and come back in a few days to get them “installed” (why yes, i am a geek!)
He pops in the right one. It’s in! wow! yeah I can see!
I am charged with putting on the left one. No sweat. I sit there for 15 mins and try to get it in, with him and the assistant lady watching. Ok finally get it in. Let them sit, chit chat with the assistant. They are annoying as hell but they promise they’ll get better.
Then they gotta come out. About as hard - or harder - than putting them in. Damn damn (can’t swear in the dr’s office, so I am just clenching my teeth and joking about my inepitude here). Ok now they’re out.
Don’t worry! It’ll get easier with practice!
My mission: wear them 2 hours tomorrow, then an extra hour each day. Can-do!
The next day after all my shit is done I get ready for bed and put them in for 2 hours. Putting them in sucks. Wearing them for two hours, sucks. Getting them out sucks worse.
I get them sufficently stuck down on the whites of my eyes. They had shown me how to get them un-stuck by manipulating them through my eyelid and maneuvering my eyeball. Great. But they get stuck while I’m removing. So it takes like 25 mins to get the right one out, and my eye is definitely scratched.
Still scratched the next day. Owie. But the eyeball, being the amazing invention that it is, heals itself up. Super.
Back to the same routine. Another 3 hrs. This doesn’t include the 15 mins of getting them in and 25 mins of getting them out. ARGH!!!
Friday. 5 hrs (thursday was more of the same). Today I decide I’ll pop’em in and go visit my friend. Get them in. What a drive!! Annoyingly itchy but I can see. I make it there in 1 piece but tell him he’s gotta drive, I’m done for today. I fall asleep over his house for a bit, just gotta rest my eyes…more itchy and scratchy. FUCK!!! ARRRRRGHHH!!! I wait till 1 am to leave so I can remove them first (5 hrs up) and i stand in his bathroom swearing my brains out trying to get them out again. He is neither compassionate nor understanding as he doesn’t think I need them and doesn’t wear lenses himself.
SATURDAY…god DAMMIT. My mom finally gets a chance to step in. She gives me some good tips. They go in after some whining and complaining and swearing and wisdom. I’m slated to go out in a coupla hours…I was going to just take them out before I left and forget the 6-hour rule but I tough it out and leave them in.
Shaving in the shower while able to see - that’s cool! woot!
So I go out. I get to wear SUNGLASSES while I drive! So hip!
Something happened with some communication with my lunch date so I end up spending 2 hrs in the car waiting. In this time I am getting more miserable about my eyes being so uncomfortable, so I decide even tho it’s only been like 3 hrs, I am gonna take them out.
Easier said than done.
Imagine me sitting in my truck in the restaurant parking lot, hovering over my coat trying to get the lenses out. THEY WON’T COME OUT!!! And all the while I am getting nervous that my peeps will show up and i’ll have one in and one out, and have to either peel the one out or go through the bullshit of putting the other one back in.
AAARRRGGHHHH!!!
Finally, they come out. This time, I swear - 45 mins.
Today I was all f’d up, sleep wise, so I didn’t get a chance to put them in until 9-ish. I figure better SOME time than NONE.
Today I just CAN NOT DO IT. They WON’T go in.
My fucking eyeballs are so deep-set into my fat head that I can’t hardly get them open wide enough to pop this concave piece of glass into them. My eyelashes are long (and beautiful - right? A good argument for getting these fuckers in the first place) and snap closed like a fucking venus flytrap as soon as the lense gets closer. I’m covered in “solution” and i can’t grasp my eyelids and AAARRGGHHH!!!
My mom is feeling upset that I’m so upset. I try it sitting down, standing up, bending over, standing straight, looking up, looking down. FUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!
So then, being the girly girl that I am (somtimes I have to stoop to this level), start to cry.
CRYING ISN’T GOING TO HELP ANYTHING YOU PANSY ASS SON OF A BITCH!!!
Now my eyes are red and irritated and I have NO contacts in and my fucking head hurts and if I were my younger self, many items in the house would bebroken right now.
What the FUCK is wrong with me that I can’t perform a simple task that I have done for 5 days in a row now and ALMOST EVERYONE ELSE IN THE COUNTRY DOES EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY WITH NO PROBLEM!??!?!
I mean…GOSH!!!
I am getting really upset that I just wasted $300 on this futile attempt to get prettier.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my glasses - at least how I look in them. It’s just time for a goddamn change. And besides, now I am seeing my glasses as a sign of weakness that these fucking contacts have beaten me down.
And before you all start preaching about “being pretty” there’s other good reasons for wanting contacts. Namely, I work out and do karate and swim every day and being blind during those activities, or having your glasses constantly fall off your face, or just plain having them full of specks is NO FUN AND I AM SICK OF IT.
And no, I’m not a 17 year old girl either. I am a fucking ADULT and can’t seem to GET IT RIGHT!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Thanks for listening. Fuck, that was long.