Ned Flanders is also a concern. In a Simpsons episode Bart sees the future. Ned is blind and explains: "I never should have had that trendy laser surgery. It was great at first but, you know, at the ten-year mark, your eyes fall out."
But at my next eye appointment, I am going to ask the optometrist if I am a candidate. I am so sick of glasses.
I woke up last night and put on my glasses. It took me a while to figure out that a stupid lens had fallen out.
I went back to sleep but decided I better call my sister for help in the morning, rather than try to get up without seeing well.
She got me my old glasses, then when I was getting dressed, I knocked them off.
I HATE GLASSES.
I long to wake up and actually be able too see just by opening my eyes.
Glasses always get dirty and bent because I face-plant a fair bit.
I doubt I will be eligible for the surgery. My brother with FA wasn't. And my pupils tend to jump around so that may make cutting a bad thing. Too much whoops potential.
It is one thing for me to deal with my glasses, but when they become an issue for others, I have to act.
I just hope Ned was wrong.
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