Where ya from… you sexy thing?

Flo and I went to the optician two days ago, because I wanted to buy new glasses. The ones I have still look good, but they give me a headache, so I wanted new ones. After we spent forever looking for the right frames, (thank you God for giving me such a patient and fashionable husband), I finally told the friendly man that I had made my choice. He wanted to measure my eyes again, because I wasn’t sure the strength of my glasses, if they were the same as my contacts.

I told Flo no way, I didn’t want to do that, because every time I do, they tell me that my eyes have gotten used to the strength of my contacts and therefore have become lazier and don’t work as much and I now need a stronger prescription to compensate for that… this seems like a downward spiral to me and I thought, “I want off that train!” But my adoring, supportive and gentle husband answered me, “You want the right ones for your eyes.” So I let the man give me another eye exam, during which I strained myself immensely to see the tiniest letters and numbers.

Then the nice man asked me if I have -2.25 prescription in my glasses (which would be the same as my contacts) and I answered that I thought so. Well, wonder of wonders! He then gave me three days worth of daily contacts with a strength of -2.00 and told me to try them out, because one of my eyes needs -2.00 and the other needs -1.75, but he didn’t to correct it all right away, because my eyes are used to the old prescription and would freak out if everything suddenly looked that much different. Basically, that means my eyes would be better now than they were before – the total opposite of what I expected.

My first question was whether the people in America who had measured my eyes last time were incompetent or whether the friendly German man is incompetent. Then I remembered that I had told God a while back that I wasn’t mad at him anymore for not healing my eyes when I’d asked and that I still believe he’s good and that he healed everyone who came to him, so I would just continue wearing my glasses and contacts until I don’t need them anymore, whenever that may be. Well Hallelujah! It seems he heard me and is slowly bringing my eyes back to order. Yay God!

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