Reality check.
So, Wednesday I had an eye appointment. For those who don't know me or for those who do and are dim, I've worn glasses or contacts since I was 7. The story goes, I hit the corner of my eye on the corner of a door at St. Joseph's. I went to the eye doctor shortly after and couldn't read the charts. My mother was extremely upset that I was faking being unable to read the letters since I had been able to do so since I was 15 months old. Alas though, I really couldn't read the letters because I was near-sighted. The doctor informed my mother then that "I had my father's eyes, and no, not the color."
This appointment was for a full eye exam since I haven't had one in a while. I arrived in my glasses which they told me to do when I called that morning. However, after arriving they promptly put me in a pair of contact lenses for a lens check. The lovely technician handed me the do-hicky, I covered my left eye and began to read the letters on the chart...only to discover that I couldn't read past the second line. Not good! I didn't fare much better reading with my left eye. The doctor came next and yes, my eyes are worse, and I have astigmatism. What was to be an appointment with dilation and all the works turned into a new prescription for my contacts and a new prescription for glasses. So, for my 30th birthday I will be purchasing a new pair of glasses; talk about cliche!


