Four Eyes

Monday, March 29, 2010


When I was 14, I failed the eye test at school. Can you think of anything more horrifying for a 14 year old girl than glasses? Okay, maybe braces and glasses - but glasses are pretty bad. It turned out that only my right eye needed "correction," so my parents indulged me with one contact.

I still laugh about the day we went to pick it up. For some reason, my mom was not there - just my dad and brother. They waited for at least an hour and a half while I struggled, pried, and fumbled, trying to get that dang contact in my eye. A 14 year old girl is an awkward creature. Awkward. When I finally emerged, triumphant with my one contact, they cheered. And maybe teased me just a little.
Eventually, I got the hang of it, and eventually, I needed two contacts. I had glasses, but I never, ever wore them.

After college, I noticed that the more time I spent staring at a computer, the less effective my contacts became. My glasses worked better - but I only wore them when my eyes couldn't take it anymore. Sometimes I got compliments, but mostly just, "Oh! I didn't know you wore glasses. . . " Glasses became part of my after-work-jammies ensemble, but that was it.

Then I had my number 2, Little Guy. Sure, I was in glasses during those first couple weeks at home, but vanity craved the contacts. I could see better with the glasses (by this time I had also developed an astigmatism that contacts cannot correct) but all I could see was a nerd looking back at me with those frames on my face.

Thanksgiving week rolled around, and I noticed a strange pressure and itch on my right eyelid. I rubbed it, and a red bump appeared - a stye. WebMD said to leave it alone, so I did. It got worse. I went to the urgent care center and they said to apply warm compresses. I did, and it got worse. When it was almost swollen shut, I called an opthamologist.

When I arrived, all the nurses came to see the freak show that was my eye. A stye gone crazy. A stye to beat all styes. Dr. Wonderful gave me antibiotics, instructions for cleaning, and he told me to wear my glasses - for weeks. The stye went away, but I suffered the Christmas season in glasses, with no eye makeup. I dreaded the first party we attended. Not only was I walking around with a body that had delivered a baby 10 weeks prior, but I had to wear glasses with no eye makeup.

Horror.

But at that first party, a man I was introduced to said, quite sincerely, "I love your glasses." I do believe he was an angel. Or at least, I think an angel whispered, "Say it, she really needs to hear it." Oh sure, my loving husband had assured me 10,000 times that I looked great in my glasses, but to hear it from a complete stranger, out of the blue, - well, that is a confidence booster. (Sorry Honey, you know what I mean. . . )

So I survived that Christmas season, but I was back in my contacts as soon as I got the "all clear." Problem was, the styes kept coming back. All the medical stuff is way too boring, but here is the conclusion I finally came to: I should wear glasses.

Duh.

I can see better, I can wear eye makeup, and my eyes stay healthy. And apparently I have finally reached the age where my confidence won't be shattered by two small pieces of glass. I mean really, I'm embarrassed it took me so long!

To make the transition complete, I got some lovely prescription sunglasses, nicer than any sunglasses I have ever owned. Sure, I bust out the contacts for special events, and sometimes I take the glasses off for a photo, but for real, I'm a four eyes. I have been for 18 years. And I'm okay with that now.


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2 Responses to “Four Eyes”

  1. Courtney,

    I LOVE this story! I got my glasses much earlier (in 3rd grade), but have the same silly idea that glasses are not glorious. ;-) Thankfully, I don't have a stye story, but I can't wear my contacts, either. All the time on the computer has done something to my eyes, I suppose, and I've been avoiding contacts for a few months now. It's nice to know that I'm not the only Mom out there working on feeling pretty behind my glasses. ;-)

    Karen

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  2. Courtney,

    I LOVE this story! I got my glasses much earlier (in 3rd grade), but have the same silly idea that glasses are not glorious. ;-) Thankfully, I don't have a stye story, but I can't wear my contacts, either. All the time on the computer has done something to my eyes, I suppose, and I've been avoiding contacts for a few months now. It's nice to know that I'm not the only Mom out there working on feeling pretty behind my glasses. ;-)

    Karen

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