Blind as a Bat, Mad as a Hatter!!

I wear glasses.  Not because I think it will make me look cool or smarter, but because I am BLIND without them.  Like "if-I-put-them-down-and-I-don't-remember-where-I-put-them-I-will-never-see-again" kind of way.  It is a monster pain in the A.  And I often wonder what I would have done if I was born several hundred years ago; I would have been in MAJOR trouble.  Seriously, what did people with massive astigmatism and near-sightedness do?  As I learned today, just day to day functioning is seriously limited when you can't see.  I changed Ezra's diaper and had to be about 5 inches away to see what the heck I was doing.  Yeah.  Major Disgust-o.

As I wear glasses and need glasses... my sweet last born loves to mutilate glasses.  It gives him great pleasure and joy to bend them, find that sweet spot of resistance, and then Keep. On.  Pushing.  I always leave my glasses on my bedside table, because, well, see above paragraph.  But every so often he gets to them in the morning before I am awake and lays into them in new and creative ways.  After taking them to get fixed after three different "episodes" I had one side held together by a twist tie.

Anyway, I have wanted to get my eyes lasered for the last 10 years.  But it is expensive, and to do it, they slice into your cornea!!! I am sorry, but that is just so creepy to think about.  I know it is no big deal, that the quality of my life would improve, I would have new found freedom, blah blah blah, but it still scares the crap of me and I can't pull the trigger on it.  I have had the consult twice and have even booked the surgery a few times, but pull out every single time.  

So today Ezra got to my glasses again.  This time he really showed them who was boss.  The count: Ezra 5, glasses 0.  This was the equivalent of a flat-line.  I literally woke up to the sound of the flapping arm of my glasses.  This time, I knew there was nothing that could be done.  They were officially destroyed.  I was so upset because, since I am planning on getting my eyes lasered, I am out of contacts.  This meant, I was going to be virtually blind until I could get in for surgery!!  NOT COOL EZRA!!!!!!!!

I talked to Laura - my fantastic SIL who lives across the street (one of the main reasons why we moved) and she happily came over to my rescue.  She found the missing lens (I of course couldn't see to find it), and Woody dropped the deeply injured frames off at Saskatoon Optical (here is a plug because if they can't fix them, no one can) on his way to school. Miracle of miracles, they were able to repair them and Laura picked them up that afternoon.  I had booked the surgery for Friday, but now that I can see again, I am not too sure...!

I was so insanely grateful to Woody and Laura who saved the day.  I nearly threw the stronger-than-he-should-be-boy-mangled glasses out but Wood took over and knew where to take them.  It was seriously awesome of them, and even more awesome to be able to see again.  Thanks again guys.

Now, what to do about the surgery...???