Sunday, 1 June 2014

Seven Days of Contact Lenses



I don’t see myself as a glasses wearer, even though I’ve almost worn glasses longer than I haven’t worn glasses.  At uni I would stumble about half blind, walking past people in the street, most memorably my own gran, because I was too vain to wear specs but too poor to afford contacts.  Even now I hate wearing my glasses and whip them of at the barest sniff of a photograph and stand, blinking myopically in the sunshine trying to pretend I have 20:20 vision.  Stupid really because the only people who are likely to see a picture of me are people who already know I wear glasses....  

I’ve signed up for (another) contact lens trial with Specsavers and this week I am going to wear them every. single. bloody. day.  I don’t care if my eyes shrivel up and drop out of my head!  However, I’ve had the lenses for almost a week already and have only worn them twice one of which was on the way home from the optician so I don’t even know if that really counts.

Helping this week is the fact that I’ve broken my glasses.  I was too cheap to pay for a new decent pair while the optician tried to repair my old ones so I pushed the financial boat out and bought a pair of cheapo glasses for £30.  They weigh a ton, hurt my nose, hurt my ears and need to be pushed up my nose about 200 times a minute.  They are also desperately uncool. They’re not even cool in a hipster, deliberately uncool and retro type of way.  They are just terrible.  

What better reason do I need to try out the lenses?

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