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After seeing the eye doctor and getting my first prescription and getting a whole lecture about different types of lenses and coatings and all with some pricing, I set off to compare and see what I could get in the area. What I got was confused. I have been using little reading glasses that aren't strong enough because apparently your head is supposed to grow as you get blinder, but my head didn't get that memo. Everything falls off my head when I look down. Now, I hoped to get some glasses that fit and looked good on me. Every place I went to told me I couldn't get frames with that small a lens for the type of lens I need. I was figuring I was still going to have to get something with lenses so big, I would look like I had compound eyes in them. Unless I wanted another material that will be thicker than my pinkie finger or some such thing. They would all blurt out a bunch of disagreeable such options with even more objectionable prices and I would give up and leave with my head swimming and my eyes watering. This was worse than high school algebra. One smart person wrote down my options at least, so I could go home and think about it. I eventually decided to go back there because it was going to have a bigger selection of frames and a second pair for half off. Well, then when I went back the story had changed and I could get polycarbon no glare lenses that would not be thicker than a coke bottle bottom and I had a little more breathing room on frame selection. Problem is, did you know when you try on frames, you won't be able to actually see through them to see what you look like in them? Also, the store was closing in 15 minutes, because that's how I roll and if I waited, it would be Easter before I made it back, so I just tried on about 30 as fast as I could and picked some frames and got them ordered. Then I waited anxiously for 10 days. Would I like them? I didn't remember what they looked like. Except, maybe I never knew because, everything looked fuzzy. If I hadn't been so friendly, that other person wouldn't have chosen one of my favorite frames in the keep pile and went off and ordered them before I made my choice, eliminating that possibility. I should have taken more time, I should have tried on more frames. I should have gone back with my daughter or someone who could tell me what I looked like in each frame. I should have paid more attention to details. I'm going to be stuck with this choice for a while. It felt like waiting for a blind date except I was going to have to go steady with him for at least a year. Well, the day arrived. I think it turned out to be an arranged marriage. I could have done better, but I could definitely have done worse. I'm terribly un-photogenic besides the fact that I'm funny looking, but here are the glasses.I actually like my sunglasses I picked better than my regular glasses.
I didn't choose them for everyday because I could see a big shadow under my eyes and I didn't want to look like a football player, so I chose it for the sunglasses. Turns out that may have had more to do with lighting in the store than anything else. Live and learn.
If you are thinking these are really un photogenic shots, you haven't seen anything yet. Here's an example of anything:That makes me laugh even more than it makes me embarrassed. Seems I don't even blink evenly.
The thing I like the least about my frames is that they sit way off my head about an inch on the edges so I can easily hit my husband in the head with them.
Here, this shot up my nose shows what I mean.I wish I could have smaller lenses. Also, I thought no glare lenses would have less reflections off them but I had to try a lot of different angles with no flash to get a shot without a ton glare off them for pictures.
Do I see any better in them? Well, at first I honestly felt seasick and was forever spinning my head around trying to find the right angle to look at whatever I was trying to look at through them. They are progressive lenses because I need reading glasses, but I also need distance glasses for other things. At first I had to push the glasses up high to read and down low to drive and learn how to do all kinds of head gymnastics to see anything in between near and far. Now, about a month later, I've learned how to move my eye quickly to where it needs to go more. I still have some issues, and some days, I just can't see that great anyways. That's because I found out I have something called keratoconus. Which means my cornea doesn't hold it's shape. So, some days my eyesight is worse than others. Actually, hard contact lenses are supposed to help that, but I have another condition no one could name that makes my eyes really sensitive to everything and they really gooped up so I don't know how well that will work. Eventually, I may have to have a surgery for the keratoconus. We shall see. No pun intended.
On a happier note, I am in wedded bliss over my haircut I got around the same time as the glasses. It seems I was born to wear a bob, so I have gone back to that style. I worked real hard to take a picture of the side of my head, but I couldn't manage the back. But I think you can see that it is shorter in the back and tapers down lower in the front. Here's the view the farthest back I could get and still get the side too. Who'd have thought I could have more bad eye days than bad hair days? THE END.