Well I’ve had an interesting last couple of days. On Monday I was getting into my truck when I saw my younger brother Ben’s glasses sitting on the dash. Both of my brothers wear glasses but only for driving, Ben drove my truck last and just left them in there when he was done. For some reason ever since I was a kid I have always loved putting on other people’s glasses just to see what I look like in them. Only this time when I did I was shocked, I could actually see all the different leaf’s and shades of green in the trees instead of just a green blur. Surprised I left them on while I drove 2 miles down the road to the store and couldn’t believe how much easier it was to read the road signs! My heart kept sinking further and further into my chest when it became clear to me I might need glasses myself. I have been so fortunate so far to not need glasses, like I said both of my brothers wear glasses as do both of my parents. Most everybody in my family wears glasses actually, on my mothers side there are 13 grandchildren and I am the 2nd oldest and the 2nd to last one to get glasses. The only one left without them is my 5 year old cousin Taylor.
As much as I would like to deny something is actually wrong with me, being able to see or not is not something to put off so first thing Tuesday I went to the eye doctor to get an appointment. Five minutes later I was sitting in front of the eye chart, and in another 30 I was watching an instructional video on how to put in contacts. Now most everyone has something that really grosses them out. For most people its blood, but for me it’s when people touch their eye balls. I can’t even look when kids turn their eye lids inside out, and to this day still throw a fit when someone tries to put eye drops in my eyes. When I saw the lady on the video putting in her contacts I got the heebie jeebies so much I had to turn away. If I couldn’t even watch someone else do it I knew I was in trouble.
I spent a good 45 minutes and had 2 different helpers (one had to leave because she was getting too impatient with me) trying to get those darn things in. Trying to teach my eyes not to blink when my finger is going in them is like trying to get my body to sit down going through a whoop section. It’s just unnatural. Finally I got them in, ordered a pair of glasses (not the ones in my picture that was just for fun) and drove home amazed at all of the beautiful scenery I could now see. I couldn’t wait to get on my bike. There have been times when I am riding when my eyes have been fuzzy but not wanting to get glasses I just ignored it. Since I can see fine up close its far away that I have trouble with I was anxious to see how much it would help to actually see the corner I was going into ahead of time instead of when I was actually in it. Everything was so much sharper and clearer it was amazing! And while its still going to take me awhile to get used to putting my fingers in my eyes I am really looking forward to racing with my new eyes. Of course now I am sure people will call me 4 eyes, I am not sure if I would rather have a nickname that makes fun of my vision or my big butt? Of course now that I can see myself in the mirror I understand why they call me White Chocolate….