It’s a Miracle I Can See

I’ve been wearing contacts and glasses since middle school. Sometimes I wish that I would wake up and be able to see 20/20 instead of blurry/blurry. One time I even read about a woman who used The Secret to correct her vision. She is possibly  full of shit but I’ve been obsessed with the idea of having my vision corrected without lasers burning into my eye.

And that dream obsession came true!

For about 2 minutes this morning.

I woke up on my back and opening my eyes. I blinked a couple times and rubbed my eyes. Wow, my ceiling fan seems awful crisp looking.

I let my eyes wonder around looking at my clear lamp, my clear closet, and my clear pile of dirty clothes bulging out of the hamper.

Oh my god, I can see! It’s a miracle!

I rubbed my eyes a few more times. It’s real! I can see! Wow, I am a success story!

I rubbed my eyes again. Oh, that feels weird.

Everything started to get a little less crisp. My eyes felt a little scratching feeling under the closed lid when I rubbed them.

Oh noooooooooo.

If you have ever slept with your contacts in, you know the variety of pains associated with it. My usual pain is more of a sting that comes from taking the contacts out in the morning and having clean air suction itself to my eyeballs. The sizzling noise is near audible.

I’ve never gone from such extremes so quickly. From  “It’s a miracle!” to “This is the exact opposite of the miracle!” I’m lucky I survived.

Needless to say, today was deemed Glasses Day in order to let the broken blood vessels air out.

It’s truly a miracle, I can see. Omit comma as needed.


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