What is it like to open one's eyes in the morning and see everything in clear vision?
To me, the memory of waking up to a non-blurry world does not exist. All I see is a glob of undefinite swirling foggy mess, if unaided by corrective apparatus.
Distant lights appear as little fireworks, frozen in time. With each squint of the eyes, the fireworks waver in and out of focus. Romantic indeed.
Faces within 2 feet are barely recognizable, facial features all blended together like a piece of abstract art. Farther than 2 feet? I'm sorry, who are you? I can't even see where you start and where you end. You are just a ghost with a blurry outline to me.
Some believe our present day traits and personalities are greatly influenced by our past lives. A Jew-hater in the Hitler era can be sure to reincarnate into a pure-bred Jew in the next life time. In this case, my serious myopia and astigmatism is surely karma's way to teach me a lesson in this life time. Perhaps I was too harsh on 4 eyed monsters previously?!
Sadly, I am the only person I know who possess such a critical optical condition, apart from my grandmother. I may have already exceeded her condition when comparing vis-a-vis in age.
This is it. I'm taking matters in my own hands now. My time in the surreal blurry fog is up in less than 100 hours.
Farewell to my 500 lb "superlite" glass lenses encased in burgundy acetate D&G frames, whose endtips are badly chewed up by my cat.
Farewell to the sleepiness, migraines and depressed mood caused by the heavy glasses. Not to mention the dent in the bridge of my nose, thanks to the years of heavy weight on them.
Farewell to my oh-so-thin Toric contact lenses, which caused me much dryness and discomfort in wee hours and smoky clubs. I have to thank you, though, for existing as an option for me to escape from the horrid 4-eyed monster curse.
Farewell to the tiny frozen fireworks and the ghosts that have been with me all these years.
In less than 100 hours, the world will be reborn in my eyes. If nothing goes wrong.
To me, the memory of waking up to a non-blurry world does not exist. All I see is a glob of undefinite swirling foggy mess, if unaided by corrective apparatus.
Distant lights appear as little fireworks, frozen in time. With each squint of the eyes, the fireworks waver in and out of focus. Romantic indeed.
Faces within 2 feet are barely recognizable, facial features all blended together like a piece of abstract art. Farther than 2 feet? I'm sorry, who are you? I can't even see where you start and where you end. You are just a ghost with a blurry outline to me.
Some believe our present day traits and personalities are greatly influenced by our past lives. A Jew-hater in the Hitler era can be sure to reincarnate into a pure-bred Jew in the next life time. In this case, my serious myopia and astigmatism is surely karma's way to teach me a lesson in this life time. Perhaps I was too harsh on 4 eyed monsters previously?!
Sadly, I am the only person I know who possess such a critical optical condition, apart from my grandmother. I may have already exceeded her condition when comparing vis-a-vis in age.
This is it. I'm taking matters in my own hands now. My time in the surreal blurry fog is up in less than 100 hours.
Farewell to my 500 lb "superlite" glass lenses encased in burgundy acetate D&G frames, whose endtips are badly chewed up by my cat.
Farewell to the sleepiness, migraines and depressed mood caused by the heavy glasses. Not to mention the dent in the bridge of my nose, thanks to the years of heavy weight on them.
Farewell to my oh-so-thin Toric contact lenses, which caused me much dryness and discomfort in wee hours and smoky clubs. I have to thank you, though, for existing as an option for me to escape from the horrid 4-eyed monster curse.
Farewell to the tiny frozen fireworks and the ghosts that have been with me all these years.
In less than 100 hours, the world will be reborn in my eyes. If nothing goes wrong.
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