It's all about my contact lenses.
OK. So I've worn them since I was 14 (and you guys who read the blog closely can figure out how long I've worn them). So I have a new eye doctor (who I really, really like) who tells me about these new contact lenses called synergeyes or something like that. I have a wicked astigmatism, and these lenses provide the clarity of vision of gas perms (which I have now) with the comfort of soft lenses (which I had for the first, oh, 20 years of lens wearing). She warned me they could be a little tricky to fit. Here is the saga:
1. Go in and have a test set put in my eyes. These contacts are, literally, an inch and a half in diameter. They are BIG. BIG BIG BIG. I'm guessing many people could not handle the insertion and removal. BUt me, piece of cake. Pair of contacts is ordered.
2. Wait a week.
3. Set #1 arrives. I pick them up, put them in. Seem OK. On the way home, I realize that my right eye distance vision isn't nearly as clear as my left eye.
4. Three days later (weekend), I return to eye doctor, order a replacement.
5. Wait a week
6.. Replacement arrives. I pick it up, put it in. Seems OK. When I get home, i realize that while the right eye's distance vision is great, I can't see anything in the area that's about 3-8 feet in front of my face. Do you know how much of your life is 3-8 feet in front of your face? Hence the problem.
7. Call this morning. Much consternation on everyone's part. I go back in at 5:15 tonight to see if we can figure out what's wrong. In meantime, I'm either wearing my uncomfortable gas perms or my dizzy-making glasses. So that is why no knitting content.