Monday, October 6, 2008

Flashy Floaty (Silly) Owie

I've had ocassion in the last few weeks to run into people who have not seen me in a while and inquire as to how my eyes are doing. It's interesting primarily because I have finally gotten to the point where I do not think about my eyes all the time every day. I have kind of forgotten - at least in small to largish spurts throughout the day - that anything ever happened, that I could have gone blind, that there is still the possibility my left retina could detach some time in the future, that this is the reason (though not the sole reason) Andy and I feel another pregnancy would be a bad idea.

Yet, those worries are not entirely erased due to an increase in severe headaches for the last 2-3 weeks. I'm not sure if it's my new contacts or something to be worried about with my eyes... or maybe just spending too much time in front of the computer. Hard to say.

What I can say is that I've noticed something in the wake of this event, which is my own ego and vanity. Despite the headaches and a sneaking suspicion my new lens is too overcorrected for astigmatism (the optometrist said it shouldn't matter), I have continued to wear them somewhat stubbornly because I feel more like myself with them in.

I'm not sure I can explain what that means, exactly. Just that the self I imagine... the self I am used to... the pre-pregnancy and pre-retinal-detachment self... the 20 pounds thinner, strong, sexy, independent, unafraid self... she has contacts. She can wear sunglasses and does not feel hidden behind thick, heavy lenses that smack of middle school and years long forgotten.

So... here I am somewhere between legitimate practicality and downright vanity. My eyes are bad, my glasses are heavy, and they give me headaches to wear them. But so do the contacts at this moment, and the only reason I persist in wearing them in spite of a gut-based sense they are slightly "off" is ego, ego, ego.

I wish I had a wise lesson or enlightened insight to share as a result of all this thinking. But perhaps my awareness of frailty and imperfection is enough. Maybe there's purpose in recognition and solidarity as we acknowledge our faults - or collective strength in saying them aloud - whatever the context might be.


plaidshoes said...

If we are saying things out loud about eyes.... I have come to the realization that no matter how much I want to wear contacts - my eyes are just too bad (in wierd ways). I have had to realize that I actually function better with glasses (as much as I get sick of wearing them!) At 35, I need to let go of the dream of perfect, unencumbered eyesight.

Genevra said...

Hmmmm... what a great thing to share. I think there is a part of me that still holds onto the dream of perfect eyesight! But yes - you are absolutely right about how silly it is to do so.

Oddly enough, I wore my glasses today as an experiment. By 10am my headache was so bad, I decided to switch to my contacts, which helped. Until I put the glasses back on tonight. So maybe they're the problem! Sigh.