I finally admitted that 5-6 years of wearing the same contact lenses (well lense - one was replaced about 3 years ago after a bar fight -- not as good a story as it sounds), it was time to break down and visit the eye doctor. (Thanks to Cari for a great recommendation.)
According to Dr L, I'm "a contact lense addict."
Do you ever give your eyes a break?: "When I sleep..?"
Turns out my lenses are warped and scratched, and irritating the heck out of my eyes. That explains a lot. Apparently your eyes aren't supposed to have those little red lines all over them. Who knew?
So, gas permeable lenses should be replaced every year. Or, as Dr. L. put it, "2 divided by 1 - every year." He must have had a long day.
Eye exams have come a long way, and now you look into a machine, which reads what prescription you need and spits out a "receipt" with the necessary information. Forget painful eye drops and dark rooms. Unfortunately, glaucoma tests haven't changed.
My prescription has, slightly. New contacts on the way. New glasses too? Sure, why not.
One of the girls working there feels confident enough to step up and help me pick out some cute little frames that look good on me. Thank heavens, because I don't know what the heck I'm doing. I put myself at her mercy. In hindsight, I wonder why I let someone with "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" hair give my fashion advice...
The best news of all is that my eyes are very healthy on the inside. So says Dr. L.
I think they're even scratchier today than yesteray, but, like a true addict, I blink through the pain.
Can't wait until next week when my new ones come in. Good for another 5 years...!