Vimes Boot Theory
Tuesday, March 1st, 2022 09:28 pmHad my eyes checked for the first time in three years. Prescription has changed slightly but no signs of glaucoma or macular degeneration and the cararact remains small. He asks about reading glasses and I say 'bumped up to 2.50, buy from dollar store because of tendency to sit on same and also forget where I left them so now have a pair in every room in the house.' But dollar store lenses grow cloudy and break easily and one must keep buying new pairs, supposing one can find them in the right strength. So I dcided to indulge in a proper high quality pair which will last me longer. And they're very nice and all, but. The but is that I tried them on wearing my high bridged N95 mask and when I wear them without it, they slide down my nose. Presumably I could ask for an adjustment except it's a $25 taxi ride one way to get there.
The reason I had my eyes checked was that my online contact lens place said the lenses I use were on back order and wouldn't be in until the 22nd, while I only had enough lenses until the 10th. Otherwise I'd have waited a month or two until I can take transit at least part of the way. Then I came back from my appointment to a slew of emails from the online place saying they've shipped my lenses and they'll be here by this Friday. Heigh ho. And of course there's no guarantee my updated lenses will arrive before the tenth either so can't complain too much.
Equally it was so nice to talk to conversible people again, both the ophthalmologist and the optometrist, because I've been feeling feral lately and convinced I must be neuro-divergent. Most people I encounter are utterly opaque to me: I have no idea what to say to them. So it was reassuring to be able to chat with two people, normal people, who are on my wavelength. (Granted, the problem may just be Toronto. Torontonians aren't conversible either. I don't have this problem in New York, in spite of the -daft, I think- reputation for rudeness New Yorkers have.)
The reason I had my eyes checked was that my online contact lens place said the lenses I use were on back order and wouldn't be in until the 22nd, while I only had enough lenses until the 10th. Otherwise I'd have waited a month or two until I can take transit at least part of the way. Then I came back from my appointment to a slew of emails from the online place saying they've shipped my lenses and they'll be here by this Friday. Heigh ho. And of course there's no guarantee my updated lenses will arrive before the tenth either so can't complain too much.
Equally it was so nice to talk to conversible people again, both the ophthalmologist and the optometrist, because I've been feeling feral lately and convinced I must be neuro-divergent. Most people I encounter are utterly opaque to me: I have no idea what to say to them. So it was reassuring to be able to chat with two people, normal people, who are on my wavelength. (Granted, the problem may just be Toronto. Torontonians aren't conversible either. I don't have this problem in New York, in spite of the -daft, I think- reputation for rudeness New Yorkers have.)
