That’s just plain rude!
So I go get my eyes checked, as it’s time for new contacts (same prescription (Yay!) but I need new boxes of them) and I’m talking to the cute little 27-year-old chippie who is conducting the eye exam. Seems my eyes, in the past year, have become less tolerant of contact lenses, despite the fact that we have a nice, 17-year history of working well together. I’ve gone from being able to wear my contacts for 18-hour days (or longer) to now having to take them out after about five hours, which really means I’m wearing glasses all the time. Why do I wear contacts? BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE WEARING GLASSES!
Okay, so I’m thinking the reason I’m having more trouble with my contacts this year is because they changed the base curve of the lenses at last year’s exam, saying that the lenses needed to sit up higher on my eyeballs. I’m sure if we just switch back, all will be fine.
“Maybe,” the cute doctor says. “But, also, as you get older, your eyes lose their ability to lubricate your lenses as well.”
Oh no she didn’t.
Ouch.