November 19, 2008 7:00 am
The glasses debacle of 2008 is still in full swing. I picked up my prescription glasses, got dizzy as all hell, saw the eye doctor again, got the prescription remade and finally picked up the second pair this week. The problem? Still dizzy as all hell. They’re better, but I have to really strain to use them and they give me a worse headache than if I don’t use them at all. I’m planning on taking them back this week and demanding a refund. It’s bullshit that I paid almost $300 for glasses (my insurance covered roughly half) that make my eyesight worse so I’ll take my money and go elsewhere. I’m a very patient and reasonable person but this place is making me angry and I want to be done with them for good.
After taking the majority of two weekends ago off from the computer, I had a lot of catching up to do when I returned. The night after my visiting SIL left town, I put the kids to bed and sat my happy ass down at the computer to catch up on some reading. A few short minutes later, my head was throbbing and my eyes felt bruised. I deduced that my computer screen was too bright (the brightness had already been lowered to a readable level) and reached for a pair of sunglasses. Seriously. I sat at my desk for a few hours wearing my super cool Dollar Store shades and my eyes felt great! Jamie, however, didn’t feel great about the situation. He told me that I looked ridiculous and that he couldn’t take me seriously with sunglasses on. I laughed at him and continued wearing them. He loves poking fun of his loving wife so why not give him an easy target?
The next night, Jamie was sitting on the couch playing around with the laptop. I, for once, was sitting on the other couch NOT blogging. Jamie looked over at me and said “oh look at me, I’m Casey, I’m posting on my blog. Blah blah blah. I’m part of Club HASAY, oh, so and so just left a funny comment, blah blah blah,” while he pretended to vehemently click away on the keyboard. Of course, he looked nothing like me. He wasn’t wearing his cool shades OR eating a cheeseburger. What an ameteur.