contact_lenses raze i must have spent an hour trying to shove silicone into my eyes. two things defeated me. one was my body's built-in impulse to flinch from anything that close to an organ of vision. the other was the length of my fingernails. they were glorified talons. the woman who sat with me and tried to talk me through it was more patient than most would have been. i only managed to work one in. i needed her help getting it out. i stuck with my glasses and let the globes spinning in my skull breathe unabated. 221205 ... kerry i spent most of my life without glasses. after my brain decided to rebel against me and a life i'd come to see as normal and finally satisfying, as satisfying as a life at that age can be (for someone who is most of the time unsatisfied with at least one thing), i couldn't see, literally, what i'd been able to see before. the optician told me it was impossible that the virus had affected my vision. structurally, it just didn't make sense. but after "failing" the eye test multiple times i got glasses and contacts. they were good enough, but so much of my life remained blurry. i wore my contacts because i wanted to recognize my own face. i wanted there to still be some remnant of the person i'd become, and this remnant was my face. even if everything else had become unrecognizable i would still have my face, one of the only things that hadn't changed. 221209 ... kerry *some remnant of the person i'd always been 221209 what's it to you? who go blather from