Probably Misses His Old Glasses

In less than four weeks I will no longer need to wear glasses. This afternoon, during lunch, I booked LASIK surgery for Tuesday, 3 July. I don’t think a person who doesn’t wear glasses will understand the significance of this no matter how much I try to describe it, and I don’t think a person who does wear them needs any prompting to understand how I feel about them.

In a way I’m being harsh. Glasses are the only means by which I’ve been able to see at any level of quality good enough to effectively live my life for the last 12 years. But they’re symbolic. Symbolic of a disability so prevalent, and thankfully so well treated, that most people never come to see it as one.

I’m just thankful that I’m in a position to fix the problem properly and will no longer have to rely on that ugly hack of a workaround.

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