I primarily wear contacts these days, partly because I like wearing sunglasses and partly because George likes to pull things off my person as much as possible.įor many years, I wore Acuvue Oasis contacts that are meant to last 2 weeks per pair (I think? I always wore them way longer … for shame).īut when I went to college, my seasonal allergies started to increase in intensity (I will forever blame your air, Steubenville), and my eyes were the main victim. So on the off chance that your eyes, too, require some extra love and pampering, I thought I’d fill you in on the eyewear route I’m going now. Since the first grade, I’ve gone through so many contacts and glasses I can’t even count. I wore glasses through much of grade school and could only figure out contacts once I was in the sixth grade (my mom sent the employees of the eye doctor’s office flowers the next day for working with me through literally hours and buckets of frustrated tears from yours truly – it was a valiant battle they fought that day, without losing one single ounce of patience). My pretty new glasses slashed a perfect gash through my eyebrow, and off to the ER we went. I didn’t feel self-conscious about them, and off to school I went the following day, exciting for my first ice skating lesson that night.ĭuring my group lesson on the ice, I slid, took a massive dive and landed, you guessed it, right on my face. I don’t recall the exact details of that first pair of glasses, but I do know they were big and round. So off my dutiful parents took me to pick out my first pair of specs. Anyway, I failed the tests miserably and it was decided that I need glasses ASAP or else all my academic aspirations would be lost. Toward the beginning of my first grade school year, we had the annual eye exams at school. The acquiring of the scar is one of my first and most vivid memories. That little scar has been with my since the first grade, was hidden throughout high school thanks to strategic waxing, and now semi-occasionally filled in with eyebrow powder, but mostly let go, because frankly it just doesn’t bother me. If you look closely enough at my face, particularly my eye region, then you may notice a scar in the midst of my left eyebrow where the eyebrow no longer grows.
0 kommentar(er)
