We drove two hours to get to my eye doctor last week. Scarring on my cornea is making my vision worse so I'm getting special contact lenses in hopes of avoiding a cornea transplant.
I'd been for a preliminary fitting about a month ago; seems these lenses have to be fitted to the eyeball before they add the prescription. The first technician tried to insert them a few times with no success. So she called in a second technician who after a few tries got one in. The doctor came in, looked at it, said I needed another size. So again, I got poked in the eye a few times before both lenses were in and approved. After that, I had to wait while the lenses were sent off to get the prescription added.
So this last visit was to make sure they fit, that the prescription worked, and that I could learn how to insert them myself. Ha ha! When it takes a couple of trained technicians to get them in, I'm just not sure I'll ever learn. Especially since I've never worn contacts.
But the technicians finally got the new lenses put in.
The good news is that I read the eye chart like Superman! I was so excited.
The bad news is that the lenses do not fit correctly. They were touching the cornea in a few spots which is a no-no.
The lenses are going back to the place where they're made--handmade, I might mention. And a new pair will be sent later and I'll go through this again.
So I won't be able to see well for another two to four weeks.
Thank goodness for my Kindle and its big fonts!