follow-up

eye check-up over the lunch hour.

he peered at my ulcer.

he dropped a dye in my eye.

he pushed back his chair and said:

i would go without your contacts at least through sunday.

oh no. i widened my eyes. pained expression.

do you have something going on this weekend?

i am going to vegas on saturday and would like to wear my contacts.

and just like that, my wish was granted.*

off! being forced to wear glasses isn't as fun as you might think.

*contingent upon a couple of things, but i'll manage.