Redeye

My poor eyeballs.

Since junior high I have been a diehard contacts wearer. Well, until around this time last year that is. For some reason unbeknownst to me, my eyes decided to strike. They fully rejected my contacts causing my eyes to turn bloodshot within minutes of putting my lenses in.

Did that stop me? No, I was a diehard. I paraded around work with my watery red eyes, mentioning something about having a great time the night before doing meth with those hookers (because if people are going to judge you, you might as well give them a good reason too). But the fun was not to last. It wasn't long before the pain caused by my poor damaged eyes forced me to do the unthinkable, turn to glasses.

The problem that I have with glasses is two-fold. 1. My eyesight is terrible (I'm four or five points away from needing a guide dog). 2. I've been wearing glasses since the first grade. Anything that can be traced all the way back to early childhood tends to have some unpleasant memories associated with it.

However, my Judas eyes left me no choice, I starting wearing glasses everyday. I've continued to begrudgingly wear my glasses everyday with little to no complaint in the hope that one day I would reunite with my beloved lenses.

This weekend was my trial run. My friend's graduation was on Saturday. So, I got all dressed up and I went to her grad, sans glasses.

That was Saturday. Today is Monday.

Today I am staying inside. I've drawn the blinds and turned off the lights, hiding my watery, red, swollen eyeballs from the cruel, cruel world.

Okay eyes, you have won this round. I will give you one more year of glasses. If by next year you do not allow me to wear contacts I will start playing racquetball without goggles while waving pointy sticks around my face and having a bleach fight. Damn you eyeballs.


Day Two - A nice sort of pink-ish hue is developing