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of Lasik.

Last night my contact broke. Yes, “broke” in half. I wear gas permeable lenses which translates into small, rigid discs of silicone material which sit against my pupils, squishing them into the right shape so I can see. Or, for a more accurate definition, click on allaboutvision.com

This morning in the shower I pondered my “disability” of being visually impaired. I don’t get body odor, I never need to shave my legs or underarms, and I have straight teeth without having worn braces. But, unless it’s less than a foot in front of me, I am unable to see more than a blurry outline. Because of severe astigmatism, I wear gas permeable lenses rather than soft contacts. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be able to see without glasses. Well, I suppose everyone has trials and problems.

So now it’s the nerd alert. What an unfortunate stigma. But I’ve learned that since grade school. Only now, instead of coke-bottle lenses set in ugly glasses, I wear fashionable, green, kate spade specs. You might say they look artsy and chic. I say they’re still glasses which make me look like a nerd. C’est la vie.