I no longer need these.
Because I have these.
Wore these to church Sunday night claiming that it was a new prescription. Gary kept shrugging his shoulders telling everyone, “She has to wear ’em. Doctor’s orders.” I’m currently trying to convince our whole family to wear a pair… in public.
Woke up the next morning and my eyes went BOING.
So diagnosis at today’s appointment? Springy-eye syndrome. (Apparently, I’ve been eating too many curly fries.) Doc says laser won’t work this time. We need a welding machine.
Oh, man! Now I think I’m having serious side effects from the medication.
What the world will I look like after six months of this? Guess I’ll have to ask my eye doctor if he does laser hair removal, too.
Enough with the goofy eyes. A friend loved my wacky glasses so much that she made a special reindeer cookie this Christmas.
Why wacky glasses? Because I have struggled so much with faith as my vision goes in and out of focus and I can’t read very well (which is one of my favorite things to do) and my depth perception fails and I fall down stairs and hurt not only my self but also my pride, and it just feels so good to laugh at myself instead of cry out in humiliation and frustration. It’s fun to laugh, and it’s all just part of healing.