[French expression for "My eye!" Similar meaning as "my foot!" oddly enough.]
Eye update. I just got new glasses.
I got my first pair of glasses in second grade. They were wonderful pink cats-eye frames with sparkles. In third grade I moved on to the blue ones with sparkles. My eyes were so bad I got new glasses at least once a year. In college I switched to contacts and never looked back. (ha ha "looked" - get it?)
The biggest obstacle for me to accept regarding my glaucoma surgery was that I now can't wear contacts. Actually, I can wear one contact. That seems a little risky. And blurry. And headache-producing. But hey, you have to suffer for vanity!
But for everyday, I really have to wear glasses. I decided on the geek chic look this time, only a few years after the trend died out. I consider these my anti-Sarah Palin look. Damn right I'm wearing glasses, and not those "let's pretend we don't have coke-bottle bottoms wired to the front of our face" rimless ones.
With these new glasses, I can drive at night again, which means taking Henry to open gym, the indoor skate park, movie night at the local swim center, etc. -- all those things I pawned off on his friends til now.
The downside to a new prescription is that I now see my kitchen floor is filthy.
The operated-upon eye is doing well - the filter is doing its thing and the pressure is down. Now we have to tackle the other eye. As Dr. Cute says, "you'd have to be crazy to get that procedure again," so we're looking at something new. Unfortunately, the doctor to do it is in Sacramento. Why couldn't it be somewhere more interesting? I foresee (he!) spending a few lonely nights in a nondescript motel on the outskirts of a dull town. Anyone want to join me?
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