This morning my oldest son got his first pair of contacts as part of a 3-month "fitting" process. For $120 he can try as many different brands of contact lenses as he likes until he finds the most comfortable fit.
A technician tried to explain the process of rinsing and inserting the lenses as well as the "pinching" involved in removing them each day.
J had a hard time putting the lenses in. His eyes watered; the contacts folded themselves over and dried out. After two hours we drove home and I could see that he was uncomfortable; he complained that his vision was worse instead of improved.
I've been wearing contacts for over 30 years. I no longer think about the steps involved to hold open the upper eyelid while pulling down the lower. I look at oncoming lenses straight on. But every once in awhile I have the re-occurring contact lens nightmare where a contact floats behind my eyeball or stings like a plank in the eye.
Another reoccurring nightmare is more like a flashback. My mother is running after me screaming that I'm going to miss the school bus. It's the first day of class and I can't find my classrooms. Towards the end, my high school won't let me graduate (this almost happened because I spent my junior year abroad and my senior year attending a nearby college).
Since starting my new job with Cellular Sales I've dreamt about helping people with their phone problems. All night long. Every night. I swear to you I haven't dreamt about any other subject despite my attempt at "creative imagery" from 8 p.m. on.
Most of my waking hours are spent helping people fix their phone problems. There's Monica who's husband bought her an "Ally" phone ("this isn't a real Droid"). Dawn was overcharged for data on a suspended line for six months. Lost chargers, broken LCD's, depleted batteries. Every day the same issues and maybe a few new ones.
And every night my own reoccurring cell phone nightmares.
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