While drinking my coffee this morning I came to the site to check out my stats. To my surprise the daily prompt happens to be about eyes. This is the first time I’ve actually been interested in writing on a topic that is provided by the site.
Two days ago I went for an eye exam. I kept getting major headaches right above my left eye. I thought it was from a few years ago when I decided it was a good idea to shove my son’s school agenda in my eyeball. That was, to say the least, a pretty painful experience. I didn’t think I’d be told by the doc that I would need glasses; maybe reading glasses, sure. But not full time glasses (insert joke here).
When I was in middle school I was told I needed reading glasses. I wore them for a while but after all of the not so nice remarks from kids at school, I stopped wearing them. Back then, I think I cared a little too much of what other people thought of me. Not even a year later I made things way worse for myself. But, that’s a completely different story.
Back to the whole eye thing, my doc told me I have astigmatism. If you are unsure of what that is here’s the definition provided by good ole google- an optical defect in which vision is blurred due to the inability of the optics of the eye to focus a point object into a sharp focused image on the retina. This may be due to an irregular or toric curvature of the cornea or lens. If you want further reading on astigmatism, here’s a good site http://www.allaboutvision.com/conditions/astigmatism.htm
This also explains why I think the mail boxes move at night when I drive past them, and of course the headaches. The doc said I am straining my eyes way too much. I fight with myself a lot (I’m not crazy, it’s just entertaining). My eyes decided they wanted to be as stubborn as my brain. I guess they won this fight in the end.
Being an adult makes this a tad easier. As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned that what the world thinks of me isn’t really that big of a deal. After all, everyone is going to have an opinion. It’s definitely reassuring, though, that my tribe has been nothing but supportive. I know I’m not alone in the world. This isn’t that big of a deal. Sure, it’ll take time to get used to it but I’ve dealt with worse.
Once I get over the fact that there is something constantly on my face, I will be very proud to join the wonderful community of “people who can’t see as well as everyone else.” I can only hope to be welcomed with all the awesomeness that you are!