Other than that, I've had relatively good luck with my eyes. I didn't wear glasses at all until I turned 30. They were big glasses, overwhelming my petite frame and making me look like a stick figure encased in a snowglobe. I was nearsighted, which meant that while I could comfortably read, I couldn't for the life of me find my way to the bookstore or library. Over the years, I tried different styles of frames, but never quite found one that complemented my
So I finally decided to try contact lenses and it might be an understatement to say that in them I found religion. When after three weeks I finally became accustomed to the continuous sensation of three million grains of sand in each eye, I felt light and free (or as light and free as you can with the Hamptons floating in your vitreous humour).
This worked for a few years, until I turned 40 and developed presbyopia. You might not know the term, but you can spot the sufferers in any restaurant. We're the ones sitting at the table against the wall, while a kindly stranger holds our menus up across the room so that we can order dinner.
The problem (there's always a "problem") was that if I wore contacts, I couldn't see both near and far. When my
Except (there's always an "except") dividing the lens in two meant I had only 50% of the usual lens surface to peer through, whether reading or driving. This felt limiting, so I finally threw away both glasses and lens and am currently going without.
See? Good. Cause I can't.