Posted by sean on February 17, 2016 at 1:20 pm in Fun At Home with No Comments


Yesterday morning came the time of the month where my contact lenses needed to be changed. I have performed this ritual every four weeks, or so, for the last 15 years. This time, however, I did something differently. I threw away the old lenses, as normal, but instead of opening a new packet of fresh contacts, I picked up my glasses, which I normally wear while I am at home, and left them on for the rest of the day. I later phoned Specsavers and cancelled the contact lens subscription.

I used to struggle with glasses, which is why I decided to wear contact lenses. I didn’t like the feel of a foreign object resting on my nose. Since then, I have almost always worn my glasses while at home and I have got used to the pieces of metal and magnifying glass stuck to my face.

In the last year, I have had difficulties with my contact lenses – most recently (and notably!) the Q-Tip incident. I am therefore going to see how I get on with just glasses. If I struggle to exist with them and the sensation of them on my head is more than I can tolerate, I’ll go back to contact lenses. In the meantime, I’ll try out this four-eye look.

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