I've worn glasses and/or contacts since I was about nine years old. In just under two weeks' time, that will be twenty years I've required vision correction. I still remember convincing my mom I needed to see an optometrist. My sister had just gotten glasses, and mom was convinced that the only reason I said I couldn't see anything either is because I wanted the attention. I put a wine bottle on the table, backed a few steps away, and loudly proclaimed, "SEE I CAN'T READ THAT LABEL."
Of course, it helped that I also totally wanted the attention.
At the time, glasses seemed like they were so coooool, despite the fact that seriously I had the ugliest glasses on the face of the planet. Gold frames, double-bridge across my nose, about three sizes too big for my head. As I've gotten older, the glasses have been swapped out for contacts, and the backup glasses are much smaller, brushed aluminum or something, stylish, definite attention paid to the brand name, OBVS.
Still. Twenty years. It's way, way time. I just got home from my (eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee) LASIK consultation! It was fine, except it feels like my eyes are dilated to the size of the moon, I have a headache, and I'm a little nauseated from being utterly unable to focus on anything. Still, the people at Chelsea Eye were lovely, the office was lovely, I'm apparently a perfect candidate, and there's a 95% chance, they say, or getting 20/20 or better vision at the end of the procedure. I'm hopefully setting the appointment for a month from today, and then possibly throwing a little "Let's All Stomp On My Glasses!!" party. I seriously can't fucking wait -- I'll be able to look out my window at night! see my toes in the shower! and I won't have to answer that horrible question: "Heeere's one....or is two better? Here's one...and then there's two."
Also apparently I have crazy wolfman eyebrows to which I will be tending as soon as my eyes contract.