my life, my pace

…yes, now that I finally have glasses that I can actually wear. I suffered so long waiting for a year to pass so I could use my vision insurance to get new glasses. So long that I didn’t even realize that living in a blurry world is not normal. The first thing I noticed when I put my new glasses on was how much more vibrant colors were, which doesn’t make any sense. I guess colors looked dull to me with my unfocused eyes because things were blurry and now that they’re clear, everything looks more vibrant. I can’t believe I suffered so long like this. I would literally be falling asleep by the end of the day at lab because my eyes (and apparently, my brain) were so tired from straining to read things. Sitting in front of a computer all day probably didn’t help either. I was seriously at the end of my rope here…I couldn’t last another day feeling so damn tired regardless of how much sleep I got because so much of my energy was going into simply trying to see. Sad, but true. I just didn’t want to pay out-of-pocket for new glasses, dammit. And did I suffer for it. Next time, I think I’ll just pay.

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