I got a little more on edge when she pulled out a white
bottle and
poured
its contents into a small container. I had been told by my
pals a
lubricant
of some sort was necessary. I guess she could see in my
eyes I didn't
have a
clue what was about to happen. So, to calm my nerves, she
went over
everything first. She showed me, as best she could, how I
was to
prepare
myself before putting it in. She even warned me that most
first-timers
fear
they'll encounter immediate discomfort and wind up pulling
it out
seconds
later. None of this made me feel any more confident.
It was at that point I sheepishly informed her I wasn't
sure I'd be
able
to go through with it. After all, it was on the insistence
of my
buddies
that finally I phoned her up and requested her services.
"It'll feel like the weight of the world is off your back
after you do
it
the first time," they said. "It's about time you became a
man," urged
another, "it'll be the best day of your life."
After a few deep breaths and some uncomfortable chit-chat,
I gave it
the
ol'
college try. With my left hand propping open my target and
my right
index finger in the ready position, I took my first plunge.
Rejected.
The young lady looked at me immediately and gave a few
words of
encouragement so I wouldn't lose my enthusiasm. She was
obviously a
professional.
Again and again, I tried to put it in but for some reason
it wouldn't
go
where I wanted it. Instead, it slipped out of my hands,
bent every
which
way
or fell onto my leg. After an hour of trying, not only had
my pride
taken a
beating, but my eyes watered in frustration. As I cleaned
it one more
time I told her this would be my last hurrah.
We both wanted everything to work out.
That's when it happened. A perfect entry.
When I opened my eyes everything became clearer.
Yes, putting in contact lenses isn't that hard after all.
All those years of suffering through life with blurred
vision are
behind
me.
The gratification of seeing clearly through my right eye
was hard to
put
into words. I'd like to thank optometrist
assistant Laura Chipman for being patient with me and
teaching me what
it takes to force a soft contact lens into an unwilling
eye. I just
knew I
could do it.
Now, if I could only take the darn thing out.
-- Eric Francis
bottle and
poured
its contents into a small container. I had been told by my
pals a
lubricant
of some sort was necessary. I guess she could see in my
eyes I didn't
have a
clue what was about to happen. So, to calm my nerves, she
went over
everything first. She showed me, as best she could, how I
was to
prepare
myself before putting it in. She even warned me that most
first-timers
fear
they'll encounter immediate discomfort and wind up pulling
it out
seconds
later. None of this made me feel any more confident.
It was at that point I sheepishly informed her I wasn't
sure I'd be
able
to go through with it. After all, it was on the insistence
of my
buddies
that finally I phoned her up and requested her services.
"It'll feel like the weight of the world is off your back
after you do
it
the first time," they said. "It's about time you became a
man," urged
another, "it'll be the best day of your life."
After a few deep breaths and some uncomfortable chit-chat,
I gave it
the
ol'
college try. With my left hand propping open my target and
my right
index finger in the ready position, I took my first plunge.
Rejected.
The young lady looked at me immediately and gave a few
words of
encouragement so I wouldn't lose my enthusiasm. She was
obviously a
professional.
Again and again, I tried to put it in but for some reason
it wouldn't
go
where I wanted it. Instead, it slipped out of my hands,
bent every
which
way
or fell onto my leg. After an hour of trying, not only had
my pride
taken a
beating, but my eyes watered in frustration. As I cleaned
it one more
time I told her this would be my last hurrah.
We both wanted everything to work out.
That's when it happened. A perfect entry.
When I opened my eyes everything became clearer.
Yes, putting in contact lenses isn't that hard after all.
All those years of suffering through life with blurred
vision are
behind
me.
The gratification of seeing clearly through my right eye
was hard to
put
into words. I'd like to thank optometrist
assistant Laura Chipman for being patient with me and
teaching me what
it takes to force a soft contact lens into an unwilling
eye. I just
knew I
could do it.
Now, if I could only take the darn thing out.
-- Eric Francis