One more reason to get Lasik

This particular week in December is seeming to prove a busy one for me. Last year I made mention that with so much going on, I was somewhere between forgetting my focus and losing my mind. Last night, I was reminded that this is less a prep week for Christmas and more like practice for Crazytown.

Last night, I was so out of it (but completely sober, mind you), I went to bed with my contacts in. I don't mean that I drifted off on my couch still wearing them. I mean, I got ready for bed - brushed my teeth, changed into pajamas, turned out the lights, and crawled under the covers fully ready to embark on seven hours of slumber - without performing the one ritual I have been conducting since I got contact lenses nearly 20 years ago.

When my alarm went off this morning, I did notice that the "snooze" and the "disable" buttons looked unusually furry; after a brief worry, though (Glaucoma?), I hit "snooze" and went back to sleep. I eventually got up to shower and figured I had just been extra groggy.

It wasn't until I was almost done with my shower when I realized my mistake. With corrected vision, my normally-nearsighted eyes couldn't read the alarm functions half-an-inch from my face, but the shampoo bottles at the other end of the tub sat clearly, unnaturally, in focus.