Hoot

I love glasses, but not on me.  Growing up the kids on the bus used to call me Hoot and hoot at me, so I vowed when I got my contacts that I would never wear glasses again.  Never say never right Bieber?  Because here I am sitting in my glasses for the next several weeks because I had an allergic reaction to my contacts.  How?  Easy, I wore them too much and now I am paying for it.

I went to the doctor today to get new contacts and walked away with new glasses.  Not my ideal world.   Here is the low-down the doctor said.  I must stop wearing my contacts immediately (I should have given this up for lent).  Also I have to put two different drops into my eyes four times a day.  I asked how much and I can say that I about lost it when he said each bottle is $140.  I needed nine.  Yeah do the math.  Luckily he worked with me and I got 'samples' for the time being.

Next he looked under my eye lids and what did he see?  Little bumps looking at him.  Basically there are sores all over my eye lids.  The cornea is out of whack and damaged pretty badly.  And my dry eyes are caused because I'm an incomplete blinker… I don't close my eyes the entire way when I sleep or blink.  A little creepy!

Just wait for the next post of my new tortoise glasses...