I have worn glasses since I was 16. I'm fairly blind without them, and I feel naked without them. They are as much a part of my face as my nose.
Last night I noticed that my frames were a little off kilter, which happens every once in a while, so I pulled my glasses off to see what was going on. I also noticed that the lenses had little Elizabeth-sized finger prints, so I started cleaning them on my shirt. And snapped them in half.
I screamed as though I'd hurt myself, which scared B.
Fortunately, it's a clean break right on the nose piece. I'm hoping B, who is the zen master of super glue, can repair them so that I can see well enough to get to the eye doctor and get a new prescription and new glasses.
Of course, this had to happen on the day I had four new tires and two new brake pads put on the car. It never rains but it pours.
I posted a comment on Facebook this morning about being blind, and a friend sent me a link to this glasses place that sells glasses for cheap. Her husband has gotten two pairs from there and has been pleased with them. So I'll be giving them a try.
Ah, B just handed me my glasses. I have to be very, very careful lest they break again, and they're a bit skewed. But at least I can function again.