Lucy (
luciazephyr) wrote2005-02-11 09:09 pm
Worst Week of My Life (warning of much cursing)
I want sympathy and I fuckin' want it now.
Monday night, I broke my glasses. Snapped the fucking bridge at the met, so no chance of repair.
Tuesday, wake up and panic. I'm blind! I can't see things farther than a foot away! *flails*
So we call me into school absent and go to eye people. We decide to try contacts as they as more reliable (this will be disproved later). So do the whole expensive exam, guilt over expensive exam, and whaddya know: I am not offically legally blind in most states. Oh fucking joy.
We order me glasses and contacts (glasses as a back-up). And I agree to take on trial contacts. They make me see almost perfectly but not quite. So I sit in a back room and am shown how to use contacts.
Takes me almost two hours to get the fuckers in. *anger* And we order the good ones and leave. And my left eyes twitches constantly. The lady there assures me this is normal for first time users and I feel like a heroin newbie.
The lense in my left eye pops out at lunch right after I finish my BLT and I'm pissed. I get it home and soak it in the fluid stuff and go blind for the rest of the day.
Wednesday, I wake up early to do my eyes. I spend two and a half hours trying to do the damn contacts before realizing the one that gave me the trouble (left one, again) has a hole in it that was scratching my eye. Cue the murderous rage. I go to school blind and endure the day of explaining to everyone I see-- or, rather, can't see and bump into in my obliviousness of my surroundings-- I'm blind until my glasses come in. I have three assignments I can't do because I can't bloody read. Great.
Thursday, I try going the day with only one contact. If possible, it makes things worse. I get a headache that could kill lesser men and get really bitchy. Hos, luv, if you read this, you are a god-send and make my ill days bareable.
When I get home, I'm bored outta my skull. I can't read, game, write, or watch TV. Grr.
Friday, the worse day. I still am blind and I'm on the verge of a break-down. Within twenty minutes, I've yelled at my Tech teacher and snapped at two other people with little provoction. I know that I can't handle class at the moment, so after the bell rings, I go straight to the counselor's office. She's nice but smiles funnily. She helps me calm down, talks sense into me, and loans my a stress ball.
I manage to make it though the next 6.5 hours and return the stress ball, which is almost deflated from my "un-stressing".
Over the week, I had twenty people pull the "how many fingers am I holding up" shite, ten bitch at me for bumping into them, and three teachers pull me aside for a 'talk'.
And I'm still bloody blind!!! *wails!*
Monday night, I broke my glasses. Snapped the fucking bridge at the met, so no chance of repair.
Tuesday, wake up and panic. I'm blind! I can't see things farther than a foot away! *flails*
So we call me into school absent and go to eye people. We decide to try contacts as they as more reliable (this will be disproved later). So do the whole expensive exam, guilt over expensive exam, and whaddya know: I am not offically legally blind in most states. Oh fucking joy.
We order me glasses and contacts (glasses as a back-up). And I agree to take on trial contacts. They make me see almost perfectly but not quite. So I sit in a back room and am shown how to use contacts.
Takes me almost two hours to get the fuckers in. *anger* And we order the good ones and leave. And my left eyes twitches constantly. The lady there assures me this is normal for first time users and I feel like a heroin newbie.
The lense in my left eye pops out at lunch right after I finish my BLT and I'm pissed. I get it home and soak it in the fluid stuff and go blind for the rest of the day.
Wednesday, I wake up early to do my eyes. I spend two and a half hours trying to do the damn contacts before realizing the one that gave me the trouble (left one, again) has a hole in it that was scratching my eye. Cue the murderous rage. I go to school blind and endure the day of explaining to everyone I see-- or, rather, can't see and bump into in my obliviousness of my surroundings-- I'm blind until my glasses come in. I have three assignments I can't do because I can't bloody read. Great.
Thursday, I try going the day with only one contact. If possible, it makes things worse. I get a headache that could kill lesser men and get really bitchy. Hos, luv, if you read this, you are a god-send and make my ill days bareable.
When I get home, I'm bored outta my skull. I can't read, game, write, or watch TV. Grr.
Friday, the worse day. I still am blind and I'm on the verge of a break-down. Within twenty minutes, I've yelled at my Tech teacher and snapped at two other people with little provoction. I know that I can't handle class at the moment, so after the bell rings, I go straight to the counselor's office. She's nice but smiles funnily. She helps me calm down, talks sense into me, and loans my a stress ball.
I manage to make it though the next 6.5 hours and return the stress ball, which is almost deflated from my "un-stressing".
Over the week, I had twenty people pull the "how many fingers am I holding up" shite, ten bitch at me for bumping into them, and three teachers pull me aside for a 'talk'.
And I'm still bloody blind!!! *wails!*
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And I can't believe the nerve of all those people being rude to you! How would they like it if the shoe was on the other foot?? And I see your teachers aren't much help either...hang in there, hun.
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My peers suck. Most of my teachers thought I was crying wolf. *sniffle*
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But I understand your wackiness. *hug*
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I lost my damn glasses a year ago, I can see, I just get headaches a lot. ::huggles and snuggles:: Thought about contacts, but I have astigmatism so I thought it would just be hella annoying, sounds like I was right. I hope you get your glasses soon. ::sends positive vibes::
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And for you "peers" you'll be the one that's sucessfuly and they won't ( then you cna hire a hit,an to take them out >.> <.<)
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You have bad eyesight? I thought you had 20/20...
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*cries* I can't even do 20/20 with my contacts IN. It's pathetic.