Inspiration for this post comes from my friend Science Geek, a fellow lens-wearer.
I've worn contacts more than half my life. Now, as I grow further into my era of reading glasses (I own about $7-worth of glasses, all purchased at Dollar Tree. I also own $2-worth of sunglasses from the same source), I often wear contacts and glasses at the same time. Remember this picture? We are both wearing contact lenses.
I started wearing old-fashioned contact lenses in high school because glasses just bugged me. Let me tell you, you had to be dedicated to wear the original hard, non-gas-permeable contact lenses! PB switched to contacts in his mid-20's after his glasses got knocked off his face once too often in a basketball game.
This is the way Earthgirl often sees her parents looking at her. (Note - the sky looked just like that right out of the camera - isn't it lovely?)
Those old-fashioned hard lenses had one advantage over today's wonderful, gas-permeable, high-moisture lenses: you could pop one out and into your mouth for a quick rinse. Shhhh, don't tell the eye doc! He/She will tell you all about eye infections. I'm sure eye infections happen; I just never had one in 8 years of...well,...spit-polishing.
So, after reading SG's story, I got to thinking about contact lens-related mishaps. I've dropped lenses down drains and on the floor, but not as often as you might think. These absent-minded mistakes happen more often for me:
Polishing glasses while driving. Not a good idea. I am used to taking off my sunglasses for a quick shirt-polish on a straight-away, and tend to do the same thing absentmindedly when my contacts are out and I am wearing my glasses. This results in everything around me going BLUR. I replace them in a hurry, smears and all.
Putting both lenses in one eye. I am blinking, trying to focus my right eye, which is overcorrected, while trying to find the left lens that I think I have dropped. After 30+ YEARS of contact lens-wearing, I now know to try searching in my right eye for the left lens.
Putting the wrong lens in the wrong eye. I catch this one pretty quickly, since my right eye is way more blind than my left. I'm usually blinking my right eye, trying to focus better as I put in the left lens, then as I put in the left lens, everything starts swimming...whoa...that ain't right... PB's eyes are much closer to each other in nearsightedness, so he often runs around for awhile trying to blink a bit more clarity in before he tries switching the lens...there...that's the ticket...
Putting a lens in flipped inside out. Blink...ouch...blink...that ain't right...
All that said, I am SO thankful to live in this day when my vision can be corrected to near-20-20. Sometimes I think about what my life would have been like if I had lived a few hundred years ago. My world would have been limited to the things very close to me. My household would have to be well-organized and simple. I could still hand-sew, if I carefully placed my needle where I could find it. I would have trouble recognizing friends until they were close. I would wear a permanent squint, though I'd not see it if I glanced at a mirror. I might have many more headaches than I have now. Though I appreciate and even feel nostalgia for the olden days, I think God for all He has given us NOW.