I've been having to wear my glasses this past week due to conjunctivitis in both eyes (that's right: pink eye). It's not the contagious kind--it's due to allergies--but either way, not cool. Especially not cool because I am blind as a bat (been wearing glasses/contacts since I was seven) and when you are blind as a bat, it's impossible to have cute glasses. Sure, now they have great technology that makes the lenses thinner and lighter than the coke bottles I used to sport as a kid, but because of the strength of my prescription, they still make my eyes appear to be tiny, beady little things when I wear them. As such, I only wear my glasses at home or in the hospital after giving birth to my kids (and that was only twice), but NEVER in public.
Until now, thanks to the ol' rosy eye. This morning as I was walking into work, a truck full of young men drove by first asking me where the enchiladas were (?) and then yelling out "HEY, FOUR EYES!" Four eyes? Am I age 10 and is it 1953? Haha. It actually made me laugh. I'm a 36-year-old mother of two and I get called four eyes.
I think it's time for LASIK.
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Sorry. I was driving the pick up. We are poor and want to wear glasses. We don't know how to express our feelings.
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