I went to the eye doctor today; it turns out I should have gone a solid six months ago. (Confession: I do not follow the official guidelines and am on my own biennial plan.) I’m due for an appointment next month, but since my right contact seemed a bit foggy I decided to go early, so as to get a current prescription and buy new ones. (You cannot order contacts with an expired prescription; prescriptions are valid for one year.) I know my contacts are old and assumed that to be the issue. Contacts don’t last forever, you know. Um, there were other, greater, issues.
1.) My formerly stable vision? Yeah, no so much. Ol’ righty is a disaster. My left eye didn’t change much, so it’s still all right for me to drive wearing my contacts. (I asked.)
2.) I knew my lens were a little dated, but turns out they are four YEARS old. Whoops. I gave new meaning to “extended” wear.
3.) I was wearing my contacts on the opposite eyes from which they were intended. That explains a lot.
I ordered new lenses. Going forward, I will be following the standard “annual exam” guidelines.
No Smoking, Yes Chestbumping
Tags: adventures, chestbump, fun for me, I win!, public service, random, saving the world, smoking, tundra living
On Friday night, I spent a spontaneous and spirited moment as a public-service announcement. I left a bar (with my friend – “Safety is no accident!”) and there were two guys smoking outside of it, with their non-smoking friend. Being me, I probably said hello and must have made some comment about smoking or something or maybe Friend did, because one guy spiked his cigarette into the remnants snow.* The other guy said, “Well, I haven’t had a cigarette in five weeks.” To which Friend said, “Well why start now?” But! I promptly quipped, “George Bush wants you to smoke.” Well! He threw it right down and smiled. So, I cheered him “YEAH!” and we immediately knew we had to chestbump for that. Then I chestbumped his buddy who previously threw down his smoke. And then I chestbumped the guy who doesn’t smoke, because hey, non-smoker! The last guy told me he was going to go all in for our bump. I embraced it, committing my total mass as well, and did not vomit all over him. And then we had a happy walk home.
The End.
*Littering is a secondary issue