The last time I got a new pair of glasses was when I was fourteen. I’m now twenty-three. So yeah, it’s been a while.
They’ve had replacement lenses, of course, from time to time, as my mother is not a negligent woman, but I haven’t been wild about the frames now for at least five years (Bart, on the other hand, absolutely loves them). I haven’t worn them consistently in ages . . . I’m a contact lenses kind of girl.
Two years ago, I went and got my eyes checked, but I spent all my insurance funds on new contacts. So no new glasses. And who cared? I never wore them anyway.
But now, my eyes are really having trouble with all the computer work I do between work and school and TAing. And so I’ve started wearing my glasses again, and I’ve realized how deeply I hate wearing them – I feel frumpy and ugly and as soon as I leave work, I put my glasses away and put in my contacts.
And now that I have vision insurance again, I’m getting a new pair of glasses. I have an appointment tomorrow morning and hopefully within a week or so, I’ll have a brand spanking new pair of glasses. And hopefully, I’ll love them.
Best case scenario, I’ll WANT to wear them and be able to only wear my contacts about half of the time. Oh, that would be ideal.