Four Eyes...No Really

Middlest has been begging for contact lenses for over a year. When we finally inquired we were told she would have to wait until she was twelve. I managed to drag out the appointment for another six months. You see, I'm not keen on her starting so young.

After thinking it through though, I realized contacts had come a long way. There were Dailies which did not rely on proper cleaning, and I decided Middlest deserved a chance.


We contacted Costco and made an appointment for a contact fitting. The first pair Middlest tried were Dailies. But after wearing them for a week she found her right eye with the astigmatism wasn't comfortable. So back we went to see if there were any other options for her.


She explained to the technician how they were feeling and asked if she could try something else. Our technician Larissa, with her wonderful heavy Eastern European accent, said:


You veel vash your hands now pleeez very vell. 
And then try zee new contact lenseez. 
And vee veel see how zey feel.

As I discussed with the technician Larissa the pros and cons of the different contact lenses Middlest washed her hands and placed the new lenses in her eyes.


Immediately she said:  Oh my eyes are really blurry.  Like reeeally blurry.

Larissa told her to bleeenk her eyes.

Middlest did as she was told.

Larissa: Are zey steeel blurree?

Middlest:  Oh yeah, reeeeallly blurry.

Larissa: OK,  juust trry and bleenk them very fast for a longeeer time, and ve veel vait and see eef youra eyes adjust.

Middlest did as she was told.

I walked over and was surprised at how noticeably  big and grey the outline of the contact was. They just seemed so much bigger than the previous ones. So we sat and we waited.

Larissa:  Are zey steel blurree?

Middlest: Still blurry.

After a few minutes the technician asked if they were any better and Middlest replied no.

She finally told Middlest to sit in the chair so that she could look through her magnifier to see what might be the problem.

She had not sat down for more than a few seconds to look at Middlest's eyes when she dramatically pushed her chair away stating,

Larissa: Vell my deeear I now know vat zee probleeem eez.

Middlest and I both in chorus asked:  What?

Larissa: You are vearing two pairs of contacts in youra eyes. You fourgot to take youra Dailies out!

Middlest had washed her hands, and that was it.

I asked Larissa if this was a first?

She said Yes.  Yes eet vaz.

We all had a good laugh while Middlest extracted not one, not two, not three, but four contacts from her eyes.

So while Middlest is now free of her glasses, the term four eyes?

... has taken on a whole new meaning for us here at the Bungalow!


xoxo,