Nebulous Mooch

Ever since my husband got this eyes fixed he’s constantly comparing his vision to that of birds of prey.  How many times is he going to tell me he has eagle eyes or eyes like a hawk?

I’ve worn glasses since I was 9 years old. That means I’ve spend 15 years of my life wearing glasses. That’s a long time. (Some people are probably trying to figure out if I’m really bad at math,  lying about my age or just a lot younger than I look right now. I’m not going to tell you the answer.)

Over the years I’ve had lots of different styles of glasses from giant round ones that take up two thirds of my face to tiny square ones that give me just a sliver of lens to look through.  I’ve even tried wearing contacts. That was pretty successful. It only took me a week to get one of the lenses stuck my eyeball and completely panic. After that I decided I look better in glasses.

My husband recently got lasik eye surgery to correct his vision. I have to admit that I was a little jealous at first. If I didn’t wear glasses that would mean I could wear all kinds of stylish sunglasses. I could have a whole collection of different sunglasses looks. I know that makes no sense–I don’t want to wear glasses so I can wear glasses–but it’s true.

When my husband had to put 563 million drops in his eyes after the surgery I stopped being jealous. I just don’t deal well with eye drops. I don’t deal well with someone using a laser to cut into my eye while I’m awake and looking at them either. Maybe I’m just too sensitive.  Maybe I deserve a new pair of glasses.