Can you see me now?

In a post-parental-insurance-coverage-type situation, I find myself experiencing the first tinge of worry about getting to a doctor. Luckily, any major health concerns I had prior to the age twenty-five cut-off point were taken care of in the latter half of twenty-four. However, after spending a number of hours at the computer recently, I am discovering that it may be way past time to get thee to an ophthalmologist.

I am down to my last pair of disposable contacts – you know, the kind that you are supposed to change every two-to-four weeks. I think that would mean that these ones should have been disposed of sometime in August of last year. I know it isn’t the healthiest decision, but when you are on a budget (and forgot to get more prior to the insurance-run-out) it seems most practical.

These contacts are at the point now that they just simply are not comfortable. Even now, as I type on my laptop, I made inadvertent surprised! faces, unknowingly roll my eyes like a twelve year old and blink twenty times more than necessary – all in an effort to keep them from drying up directly on my little eyeballs. I luckily can switch into my glasses for comfort’s sake – but my eyesight has worsened since the last time I had that prescription upgraded.

I consider myself blessed, though. I have my health and I have a pair of glasses (and a waning pair of contacts). When I get a new pair of glasses (and a job that has health insurance), I will donate my glasses to help out the next person in line who cannot afford to maintain their visual health. There are organizations that collect gently used frames for all sorts of causes – from local to international, giving the gift of sight and vision is a truly appreciated donation. Who knows what you are missing if you don’t open your eyes to see.