Having my pupils dilated makes me feel so worthless.
Example one: I wanted to have this little bag of snacks alongside my salad for lunch today. Snikiddy was so kind as to send me out a little baggie to try because they know how much I love snacks. And how much I love to say the word Snikiddy.
So, I poured said cheesy snackies on a little plate and was walking across my living room with it when BAM! Dexter ran into me. I lost my balance because my pupils were so dilated and the cheesey baked fries ended up ground into my carpet.
I didn’t take a photo because I couldn’t see straight. It took me about ten minutes to clean up because Dexter kept head butting me and I was seeing double. I finally sat down to eat and had to position my plate three feet from me so I could successfully stab my cherry tomatoes, turkey breast and Athenos feta cheese.
Example two: My editor in New York called me at one o’clock for our conference call about my book edits.
I couldn’t read my computer screen.
….and so it goes. On the plus side, my contact prescription has gone down from a -6 to a -5.75 so we are making progress. It’s almost like that one time I fell asleep wearing my contacts after a long night of dancing at an Irish pub in Charleston, South Carolina. I woke up at 7:15 the next morning and pronounced my eyesight miraculously healed. My epiphany lasted only about two minutes though before a slight burning sensation took over my left cornea.
Watch out world, here I come!