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So, I got the second kid
through college and decided to
do something for myself. After a
lot of thought and consideration,
I decided that 30 years in glasses
and contact lenses was enough.
When I was 10 years old,
Ms. Primas, my fifth grade
teacher, informed my mother
that squinting wasn’t getting me
anywhere. I had been telling my
mother for a while that I couldn’t
see, and she thought I was just
trying to get a cool pair of glasses.
She still apologizes for that.
I can still remember the
first time I put my glasses on. I
could see the leaves in the trees.
I have since learned that this is
the normal thing everyone is so
thrilled with. Prior to that, many
of us had only seen them up close
or in a book. We didn’t know any
better. Really. We didn’t.
I can’t remember a time before
wearing glasses at this point.
I finally talked my mom into
contacts when I was in high
school and was thankful to be
free of the plastic rims that hurt
my nose. I returned to those
lenses only when I had worn my
contacts way too long that I had
irritated my eyes ... again. I hated
my glasses.
About three months ago at my
annual eye exam (also something
I hated), my doctor asked me
about LASIK surgery. I really
had been talked into not doing
it. People said it didn’t last or
that I was too old. But not so, my
friends.
On May 22, my world
changed. And it was immediate.
As soon as the surgery was over,
I got up from the table and could
read the doctor’s diplomas on the
wall. I was amazed.
Now, if you’re a seeing
individual who hasn’t had to
deal with the daily irritation, you
know not of what I speak. I know
that my near-sightedness might
not be as bad as others, and I’m
certainly thankful that I have my
sight while there are others who
don’t. But I couldn’t sit across
the table from folks without my
glasses on and make out much,
and now I can.
And that’s cool.
I do have a little dry eye thing
happening while my eyes are
healing, and I have some bruising
on the whites of my eyes, but
this seeing without glasses thing
rocks. I would highly suggest it if
you’re even mildly considering it.
They can do it in HD now, and
I keep saying I feel like I should
have numbers behind my name
or something – the Amber Narro
2020 edition. Get it? Okay, bad
joke.
The one thing I haven’t
gotten to do yet is watch Jake’s
golf ball fly. That’s the real test.
If I can follow that ball without
questioning whether or not I got
the right prescription this year,
I’m going to be one happy girl.
The eyes have it!
Amber
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