For my first twenty-eight years on this earth, my beautiful blue irises were surrounded by whites of the eye that were, well, white. Now, in my twenty-ninth year, I am battling pink eye for the second time. Apparently, wearing contact lenses and having a child in daycare is a bad combination. Truthfully, the inflammation and oozing are only a minor hindrance, while the big red veins are only mildly disconcerting. What really sucks is that when I get pink eye, I have to discontinue wearing my contacts for a week.
Going back to glasses is tough. It's one thing to wear them for half an hour while watching television before bed. It's an entirely different thing to walk around all day without peripheral vision and having to constantly shove the damned things back up the bridge of my nose. I want laser surgery.
Problem: I don't want to pay for it.