"Was she under stress at birth?" Dr. Aldous asked - one of the very first questions.
"Yes." (I was by FAR her worst delivery. Posterior, epidural gone wrong, you know.)
I was far-sighted and had amblyopia, or lazy eye. My sisters were teasing me at home. I got glasses.
So began the routine: eye exams every six months (including dilation UGH), picking new glasses every year, and looking for them the rest of the time. In fact, you might say my childhood was spent looking for lost glasses. At least once I even prayed that I would find them, hoping to avoid my mother's wrath.
(It worked. God is good.)
But my parents promised me a new bike if I did what was asked, and I did, so I got one.
A few years later, I had to wear a patch on the other eye for another summer. I can still remember the whispers and stares, the pointing fingers I endured that time.
As far as I know there are no pictures of me with a patch. Sad, isn't it?
Just before sixth grade I got another pair of new glasses - and promptly lost them. Like, that night. My mom was so furious she told me I'd have to go without.
So I did.
A year later I got my eyes checked again; I had 20/20 vision. My eyes had somehow fixed themselves.
I didn't wear glasses for twelve more years.
(I was hoping it would be a LOT longer than that.)
|Liam saying "truck"|
It's been much more of an adjustment than I anticipated, but I've had two headache-free days after weeks and weeks of headaches, so I guess things are looking up.
Looking up? Got it?