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Vision
More than a month after getting a nick in one of my contacts, at least three weeks after I lost the other one (it sounds like a good idea when you're drunk, but taking out your contacts and putting them on someone's shelf is actually not recommended) and two weeks after throwing the remaining one away as I was moving out of my dorm room, I still do not have new contacts.
Eye doctors are so fussy about contacts. They won't fill a prescription that's over a year old, although they seem to be fine with you wearing the actual contacts that are over a year old (not only the "outdated" prescription, that is, but physically degraded as well). Once you've had your eyes checked and waited a week for the new contacts to come in, they won't just give them to you, either. No, you have to make an appointment when they can actually look at the contacts in your eyes, in case somehow your eyes have radically changed since the last time they looked at them (that was a week and a half ago) and the contacts do not actually fit. I'm not quite sure how this could have come about, but there you have it.
Whine, whine, whine, I know. Well, I have to wash my face thrice as often when I'm wearing glasses, which is a touch annoying, aside from the fact that (*whispers*) I look dead silly in glasses.
This also got me morbidly wondering again what happened to people like me back before there were such things as corrective lenses of any kind. At 19, I'm pretty effectively blind as a bat where anything farther than a foot from my face is concerned, and this has been about what my vision's been like since a young age.
I tend to imagine I would have died off almost immediately in a hunter-gatherer society, and don't know how well I would have fared thereafter.
Eye doctors are so fussy about contacts. They won't fill a prescription that's over a year old, although they seem to be fine with you wearing the actual contacts that are over a year old (not only the "outdated" prescription, that is, but physically degraded as well). Once you've had your eyes checked and waited a week for the new contacts to come in, they won't just give them to you, either. No, you have to make an appointment when they can actually look at the contacts in your eyes, in case somehow your eyes have radically changed since the last time they looked at them (that was a week and a half ago) and the contacts do not actually fit. I'm not quite sure how this could have come about, but there you have it.
Whine, whine, whine, I know. Well, I have to wash my face thrice as often when I'm wearing glasses, which is a touch annoying, aside from the fact that (*whispers*) I look dead silly in glasses.
This also got me morbidly wondering again what happened to people like me back before there were such things as corrective lenses of any kind. At 19, I'm pretty effectively blind as a bat where anything farther than a foot from my face is concerned, and this has been about what my vision's been like since a young age.
I tend to imagine I would have died off almost immediately in a hunter-gatherer society, and don't know how well I would have fared thereafter.