Friday fury

I know, traditionally – though I’ve lapsed of late – this should be a Friday Photo but I have fury I wish to vent.

I just went to the opticians to have some glasses made up to my new prescription. I’ve worn (hard) gas permeable contact lenses for twenty years until one day about fifteen months ago. (I refuse point blank to link to that best forgotten event but if you are desperate, you can find it in the archives somewhere.)

Anyway, for a multitude of reasons I decided about five months ago that I no longer wished to persevere wearing contact lenses. The problem with this situation is that hard lenses keep astigmatic eyes in the same shape and when you stop wearing them, your eye shape has some relaxing to do - into whatever odd shape it desires to go. Normally, this takes a few months, but not in my case. More than a year after losing the comfortable lenses my eyes are still changing: hence the need for my third pair of glasses/lenses in fifteen months.

So off I went today (yes, at last we’re getting there.) I went into the place that Carol and I went to choose her glasses a way back. Every time I pass there it’s got a sign saying 70% off.

Firstly, there’s no blooming sign in the window. Bugger.

Secondly after I show them my prescription, the price, which up to that moment included both frame and lenses, suddenly doesn’t include my abnormal measurement. My lenses will be extra. This isn’t entirely unexpected. My optician in the UK very gently told me that my astigmatic measurement has gone beyond the normal range. I always knew I was special! Still, the positive is that in Thailand glasses are way cheaper than in the UK, so price is relative.

Finally, I start selecting glasses. I don’t mind this; I’ve got a fair idea what shape suits me.

I pick out several pairs and move to the mirror.

I take off my specs and put on the new pair. I look in the mirror.

Hmmm.

What do I see?

I see a pale, face shaped thing, with splodges where my eyes and mouth should be. I can hardly see my nose and I definitely don’t see any glasses.

How the hell are you meant to see if the new glasses suit you?

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The need for this rant has nothing to do with glasses and everything to do with Sons, GCSEs and coursework.

Undecided

I’ve been working ... before my friend arrives any moment now.

Tomorrow Husband flies in and we all go to Manchester.

I can’t decide whether to lug my pc up there with us. I may. I may not. That’s what makes me unable to decide.

My contact lenses still haven’t arrived. Instead of engraving them, they’ve made a whole new pair. I am still wearing my glasses. Sigh. I don’t like glasses.