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Mom picked me up to come get my new glasses today. I've had glasses since I was six; well, seven really-- I got a pair when I was six even though my vision was still good enough I didn't technically need them, then promptly lost them at a state park somewhere. I think it was within two weeks. A year or so later I went back and really needed them this time-- I'm nearsighted, though. Sometimes I suspect I have *better* than normal near vision. So the eye doctor talked me into getting 'bifocals'-- glasses with clear glass in the bifocal part-- so I wouldn't need to take them off to read, and would be less likely to lose them.
I don't know if it *helped*. I lost them quite a bit anyway, but they generally came back, and I think we went through every possible strategy for keeping them on my face, even those super-dorky cords. I didn't object to the cords on a dorkiness basis; that was actually a point in their favor; but I would, after a few weeks, disassemble them as a nervous habit, much the same thing I do to watches. They were also generally broken-- I went through middle school with a huge lump of epoxy putty holding my earpiece on. I don't remember ever being teased for it, though, and until I read Harry Potter it never occured to me that my parents might have been expected to get me a new pair-- I simply assumed I was careless and broke them, so I should live with the result. Same way I never got helped down from a tree when I was little. Didn't stop me climbing them.
Anyway, I realized suddenly that I hadn't truly lost or irreparably broken a pair for years; I had three pairs of spares; I generally took them off when I was reading anyway; and the bifocal thing had been meant to be a temporary measure anyway, no matter how cool it was to have bifocals in elementary school. So my new pair is simple one-lens glasses. (Also factored into the descision was the fact that all the frames these days seem to be teeny things about half-an-inch square and I want all the viewing area I can get). So same prescription, just no inset lens.
It's -- odd. I've been wearing them about six hours now, I guess. My eyes are trained to automatically refocus when I look down; now I feel them go out of focus, and have to consciously focus them back. And the line across my vision, the blurred line where the top of the smaller lenses cut across, is *gone*. It's not there, and it's interfering with my vision. It feels like there's a line across my glasses there, because I'm so used to editing out the discontinuity, and suddenly there's nothing there to edit out. I try to focus on it and there's only clear glass. Phantom lens syndrome. I-- it's odd. Just yet another reminder of the fallibility of perception, I suppose.
I don't know if it *helped*. I lost them quite a bit anyway, but they generally came back, and I think we went through every possible strategy for keeping them on my face, even those super-dorky cords. I didn't object to the cords on a dorkiness basis; that was actually a point in their favor; but I would, after a few weeks, disassemble them as a nervous habit, much the same thing I do to watches. They were also generally broken-- I went through middle school with a huge lump of epoxy putty holding my earpiece on. I don't remember ever being teased for it, though, and until I read Harry Potter it never occured to me that my parents might have been expected to get me a new pair-- I simply assumed I was careless and broke them, so I should live with the result. Same way I never got helped down from a tree when I was little. Didn't stop me climbing them.
Anyway, I realized suddenly that I hadn't truly lost or irreparably broken a pair for years; I had three pairs of spares; I generally took them off when I was reading anyway; and the bifocal thing had been meant to be a temporary measure anyway, no matter how cool it was to have bifocals in elementary school. So my new pair is simple one-lens glasses. (Also factored into the descision was the fact that all the frames these days seem to be teeny things about half-an-inch square and I want all the viewing area I can get). So same prescription, just no inset lens.
It's -- odd. I've been wearing them about six hours now, I guess. My eyes are trained to automatically refocus when I look down; now I feel them go out of focus, and have to consciously focus them back. And the line across my vision, the blurred line where the top of the smaller lenses cut across, is *gone*. It's not there, and it's interfering with my vision. It feels like there's a line across my glasses there, because I'm so used to editing out the discontinuity, and suddenly there's nothing there to edit out. I try to focus on it and there's only clear glass. Phantom lens syndrome. I-- it's odd. Just yet another reminder of the fallibility of perception, I suppose.
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I still end up wearing them every once in a while, when my decent glasses break or something, and it's brain melting and headache inducing to have two different prescriptions in one lense (up=decent, down=blurry), so I bet that if you're used to things the other way 'round, switching would be equally weird.
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