I got fitted for contact lenses yesterday. It was at the office where I'd inadvertently surprised my doctor last time I was there because, even though I'd changed the name in my records months ago, they'd neglected to change the gender marker. He was a bit taken aback by my presentation and had to ask whether I was transitioning. He was fine with it and had the gender changed immediately, but it had never been my intention to spring it on him like that. This time I apologized for that, and again he was fine.
It turns out, though, that I'm not a great candidate for contacts. We decided to try it anyway, but I'll have a single-vision contact in my right eye, and a bifocal in the left. He didn't have the exact prescription in stock, so he gave me some "starters" that are close to practice with.
They work okay. Unlike lenses I'd tried in the late 70s they are comfortable on my eyes. Focus is not bad for distance, and should get better with the right lenses. But close-up isn't great, which is a tragedy if I can't use Tapatalk on my phone to keep up with all y'all. If that doesn't get better I may have to give up on the idea.
And getting them out! My eyes are not at all happy about me sticking my fingers in them. My eyelids are still sore from trying to hold them out of the way so I could repeatedly poke myself in the eyes yesterday. I feel like I've been abused by Moe from the Three Stooges: "You knucklehead, why I oughtta..." *POINK* *BONK*
Stephanie