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Mar. 17th, 2004 01:25 pmWow, a post of mine that doesn't contain a quiz! holy moley!
Anywho... So last week I went to DOC to pick up my new contacts. They didn't fit. *sigh* Basically the machine that reads the shape of one's eyes was broken. So I put these contacts in and end up with this really funky kind of vision. Because I could sorta see, kinda, but at the same time I could feel the contact moving around my eye wierdly. (Oh, and for the uninformed, I don't do that whole soft-contact route. I'm hardcore, I wear gas permeable hard contact lenses. ;) )
So the Doc at DOC asks me to follow him. This amuses me. When I went in to have my eyes examined they had me take off my contacts and then wanted me to follow them around. So into one office, as we head into the second I ask the tech if my guide dog was around anywhere. This makes the young lady laugh and she tells me to 'follow the white' meaning her white lab coat. At this point I feel it necessary to point out that the walls are white as well, and without my contacts, well, the world is more than a tidge fuzzy. In other words, without contacts/glasses I can't see clearly unless the distance is less than oh, four inches from my nose. Yeah, it's bad.
Anyhow, with the ill-fitting contacts I could see, kinda, as I said. The world wasn't losing focus so much as just seeming to shift. Which was right bizarre. So Doc looks at my eyes and puts this dye stuff in them and says 'Yep, too flat.' Oh goodie. So out pop those contacts, which he was surprised didn't hurt, and re-look for sizing. This done and I am simply told I'm free to go. Okay, my old contacts weren't back in yet, so I took the liberty of having a seat at their contact area and popping them back in. Walking around the mall blind might be entertaining, but I was on my lunch hour and had to get back to work.
Doc had apologised for the ill-fitting lenses and said he would 'rush' order the new ones. Groovy. According to him there was a chance they would be in on Friday (3/12) but not a good chance. Then I didn't hear from them. At all. So today I call to inquire, and guess what, my contacts are in! Thanks so much for telling me. Now I need to have another appointment with the Doc to pick up my lenses, put them in and let him decide if they fit properly. Well, that's what I've been told, if *I* don't think they fit properly, we'll have words.
Seeing is good. I haven't had new contacts since August 2000. I can't see so good now... want to see good.
Anywho... So last week I went to DOC to pick up my new contacts. They didn't fit. *sigh* Basically the machine that reads the shape of one's eyes was broken. So I put these contacts in and end up with this really funky kind of vision. Because I could sorta see, kinda, but at the same time I could feel the contact moving around my eye wierdly. (Oh, and for the uninformed, I don't do that whole soft-contact route. I'm hardcore, I wear gas permeable hard contact lenses. ;) )
So the Doc at DOC asks me to follow him. This amuses me. When I went in to have my eyes examined they had me take off my contacts and then wanted me to follow them around. So into one office, as we head into the second I ask the tech if my guide dog was around anywhere. This makes the young lady laugh and she tells me to 'follow the white' meaning her white lab coat. At this point I feel it necessary to point out that the walls are white as well, and without my contacts, well, the world is more than a tidge fuzzy. In other words, without contacts/glasses I can't see clearly unless the distance is less than oh, four inches from my nose. Yeah, it's bad.
Anyhow, with the ill-fitting contacts I could see, kinda, as I said. The world wasn't losing focus so much as just seeming to shift. Which was right bizarre. So Doc looks at my eyes and puts this dye stuff in them and says 'Yep, too flat.' Oh goodie. So out pop those contacts, which he was surprised didn't hurt, and re-look for sizing. This done and I am simply told I'm free to go. Okay, my old contacts weren't back in yet, so I took the liberty of having a seat at their contact area and popping them back in. Walking around the mall blind might be entertaining, but I was on my lunch hour and had to get back to work.
Doc had apologised for the ill-fitting lenses and said he would 'rush' order the new ones. Groovy. According to him there was a chance they would be in on Friday (3/12) but not a good chance. Then I didn't hear from them. At all. So today I call to inquire, and guess what, my contacts are in! Thanks so much for telling me. Now I need to have another appointment with the Doc to pick up my lenses, put them in and let him decide if they fit properly. Well, that's what I've been told, if *I* don't think they fit properly, we'll have words.
Seeing is good. I haven't had new contacts since August 2000. I can't see so good now... want to see good.
