I’ve been starting to wear my contact lenses again. They don’t have the glare protection I have with my glasses so I don’t see quite as well with them, but it’s a worthy trade off. With my contacts I feel much less inhibited, which is of great value when you have low vision and hearing impairment. That and it kind of allows me to tuck my hair behind my ears, which is a habit I regretfully had to give up when I got my cochlear implants. Between the earpieces and my eyeglasses, there was just no room for my hair.
I recently went back to the eye doctor to update my prescription so I could order more contacts and I asked them if it would be a problem to just wear one contact. My visual field index in my right eye is 27%. Meaning out of an entire area normal eyes can see, I am unable to see 73% of it with that eye. Which makes it kind of a useless eye, in my opinion, so I don’t feel justified in paying for a contact for that eye. The 27% I do see has clearer vision anyway, and can get away without corrective lenses.
I wear colored contacts that pretty well match my eye color, and that is just to prevent me from losing the contacts altogether. I have a hard enough time seeing things without contrast, so when I drop a clear contact, it’s nearly impossible to find.
All that to say, if you see me out and about and I’m not wearing eyeglasses, take a real close look and see if you can tell which eye has the contact in it. The ladies at the eye doctor assured me it was a pretty close match (although one of them thought it would be “cool” to have two different colored eyes), so I’m trusting they were being honest. Because I’m fairly colorblind and can’t tell for myself.
If anyone is really interested in this visual field index stuff and knows how to do the math, maybe you could tell me how much total vision I have with both eyes combined. Left eye sees 51%, right eye sees 27%, so with that means… what? That it’s a good thing they don’t let me drive anymore? That’s all I can say for sure!
I was gonna end the post there, but I just remembered a funny thing I did today, to give you a glimpse of life with me and my crummy eyes (my family is unnervingly unphased by it by now). Tonight I was making scrambled eggs for the family and I grabbed an almost empty carton from the fridge to add milk to the egg mixture. I knew as soon as I started pouring that I had grabbed the wrong carton. What I thought was the last of the milk was actually the last of the apple cider. Oy. I went with it though, cuz I didn’t figure it was going to hurt anyone, and I don’t think I poured enough to really alter the flavor. Crap like this seems to happen to me on a fairly regular basis, but I have to laugh or else I would cry. Life goes on, right?
shared in this appreciation, and over the years have used the image and logo as a genuine reminder of not only the strength we each possess and the unique struggles we have each survived, but the joy we choose to hold onto in spite of all that. So, guess what we did? We got some matching Wonder Woman tattoos to make it super official. We chose to get them on our legs because she is a runner and I am becoming one. My calf is on the left… see how the calf segue makes sense now? A little? Anyway, I think they are awesome, don’t you?
e, and makes baking a lot more fun. I’m not quite sure what the white arrow on the top was supposed to be for, but maybe I could do some internet research and find out. It’s entirely possible that it wasn’t supposed to go on the mixer at all, and that it was just some random decal included with zero purpose. But oh well.
y. A couple weeks ago I saw a woman at Panera Bread walking around in a flowy pair of pants covered in black and white paisley and I could not stop staring. She probably thought I was some kind of a freak. I probably am; I took this picture of my daughter, with the pants in the background, hoping to get a better look at them, but you really can’t see them all that well. It’s a cute picture of my goofy girl though!
wn collection of them and I can’t seem to let them go. One of them I think I actually stole from her, and it’s by far my favorite. It’s a sage green color, with paisley of course, and it’s been used so many times it’s super soft and cozy. It makes me happy just to touch it. And maybe that’s the one that started it all, I don’t know. I just know that I am a sucker for paisley. I put it everywhere I can, my phone, my keychain, my purses, my clothes. Heck, I even have a giant splash of it tattooed on my arm. It’s a wonder I didn’t name my daughter Paisley. Oh geez, why didn’t I think of it then? What a missed opportunity. Maybe I’ll save it for our next dog.
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