So remember back in the ’80s there was this wicked mini-series about aliens called V?  Yeah, it was awesome.  I rewatched it a few years ago and it totally held up, as long as you watched it through an ’80s filter.  But the remake pretty much sucks, which is really disappointing because there is so much potential in the concept of alien invasion.  I guess sometimes no matter how much you love the original you shouldn’t wish for more of a good thing because it simply turns into a bad thing.  The BSG remake was rocktastic but clearly it is the exception to the rule of most remakes being shite.

The new V could not be more dull or pointless.  And it’s almost like they were overcompensating for the slowness of the original (everything in the ’80s was slow paced, that’s just how they rolled back then) by making it so fast paced that I almost got whip-lash watching it.  They’ve already given away the entire story and there’s only been one episode!  We already know the aliens are up to no good and it was pretty much flashed in our faces with neon signs as though we are all afflicted with ADD and ignorance.

A good portion of the audience will be familiar with the original so I guess they figured they could give everything away in the first 10 seconds but what about new viewers?  The lizard reveal was so underdone that I was incredulous.  I mean really?  In the original it was so shocking and dramatic when we find out what the Vs really look like but in the remake it’s almost an afterthought.  Oh yeah, they’re reptiles, wanna join the resistance?  WHAT?  Who wrote this shit?  Seriously, this is basic screenwriting no-no stuff.  Ever heard of “show, don’t tell”?  Apparently the hacks who wrote this dreck haven’t.  We are literally told by a nameless character that the Vs are bad, yo and they want to kill us, yo, and they’re reptiles, yo so go to this resistance meeting, yo.  Ummm…. you could have written an entire season about the characters figuring that shit out for themselves.  Why it is simply thrown in our faces so carelessly?  It was so bad that I almost wondered if it would be a double reveal of the Vs having another layer of skin under the lizard skin, but no, let’s not give any credit to the creators of this shit. 

I guess the point of the show will be the resistance, which you know what, kinda sucks because it’s just going to become an action series with random explosions and shit.  Where is the social commentary?  Where is the sci-fi?  They’re just trying to distract us with pretty spaceships and pretty Morena Baccarin.  I guess that’s the one amusingly ironic part of the show.  One character is smitten with the Vs ’cause they’re hot and so he joins them.  I guess they hope that we as viewers will do the same thing.  Look, it’s shiny, let’s watch it!  The executives at ABC must be rolling around in their piles of money laughing their asses off because they got me to tune in to a steaming pile of dog poo and they will continue to laugh and smoke their cigars because they know I’ll watch the next episode in the vain hope that it will improve.  UGH!   Why must I be so addicted to sci-fi?

Also?  The characters suck.  There is the aforementioned horndog who joins the Vs ’cause he wants to get laid by Supergirl and there is the newscaster who is so shitty at newscasting that it almost makes me long for his whiny alcoholic character on Party of Fluff.  There is the FBI agent who’s also a single mom, which is TV shorthand for multidimentionality.  Look, she works AND is a mom, therefore we don’t have to make her compelling in any way whatsoever.  Then there’s the priest (!) who questions his faith and stuff… yeah, really.  A priest who questions his faith when he sees aliens.  Really original material, eh?  So far the only one I care about is the dude trying to marry his stupid girlfriend who turns out to be a good-guy V.  It’s completely cliched but the other characters are so null and void that he’s the only one who kept me going.  Oh, and Morena Baccarin.  She could of course read the phone book and be fascinating so good casting there.  She’s got the beautiful menace thing down pat.  So you know what?  I’m officially rooting for the aliens on this one.  Humans suck.  Let’s kill them and steal their planet.  And first in line to die should be the producers of this crapfest. 

 

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I hate ugly shoes. Allow me to elaborate. I know it’s 35 degrees out with the humidex but unless you are about to take a shower in a campground, walk on the beach or wade in a lake, you should not be wearing flip-flops. Those things are fug. And they make annoying flippety-floppity noises. And it’s totally been proven by medical science that they’re bad for your feet because they make you scrunch up your toes so as to not lose the shoes while you walk. Take those fuckers off and get a proper pair of sandals! If you are a woman with well manicured toenails and don’t have errant hairs sticking out of your big toe then you may wear sandals. Not Birkenstocks though. No, not even if you’re a hippy or a lesbian. Just don’t do it. Why? ‘Cause they be fug.

 But if you’re a man then sandals are not for you ‘cause mandals should not be. They are fug. Man toes do not need to be exposed to the general population. I don’t want to see your foot fungus, or your sasquatch levels of hairiness. Invest in some socks and sneakers. But holy shit, don’t wear socks with your mandals!!! That is just so wrong. What are you, 80? Are you yelling at kids to get off your lawn? Do you live in Florida? Do you go to bed at 5pm? No? Then why have you chosen to combine shoes that are designed to be worn sockless with socks? Are you also wearing a fanny pack? Probably, because you are clearly a clueless dillhole who is so severely lacking in sense of style that you believe a fanny pack is an acceptable device in which to carry your keys, ‘cause apparently you haven’t hear of messenger bags! Unless you are running the Amazing Race then you shouldn’t be wearing a fanny pack ‘cause that shit ain’t right! In what universe is it more comfortable to carry stuff around your waist than across your shoulders? Whew! Forgive the digression. Back to mandals. Don’t wear them. Exceptions can be made if they are stylish and worn by a seriously hot metrosexual guy who has his feet properly groomed. But only if it’s over 30 degrees. Let’s wear clothing that is seasonally appropriate, mmmkay?

 

 Alright, listen, I know you’re only four-years-old and you don’t dress yourself and your feet will grow out of your current shoes in about two days but that is no excuse to wear Crocs. Those things are fug on anyone, at any age. They are basically clogs, except made of plastic. Clogs are bad enough to begin with, but at least if they are authentically wooden you can go around pretending to be Dutch or something but plastic shoes should never be. A sturdy rubber sole is all good but the entire shoe being made of plastic?!?! The hell? Who invented this and why are they torturing me? Apparently nurses and others who work on their feet all day like to wear crocs because they’re comfortable and mold to your feet and whatever, whatever, but for god’s sake invest in some stylish sneakers or something, there is no need to run around in a sabot full of ventilation holes that are necessary because plastic makes your feet sweat and then you are stinky and gross and no one will ever suck your toes mid-coitus unless they have a stinky-foot fetish and trust me, you want to have your toes sucked mid-coitus. Trust me. Seriously. Trust. 

 Uggs. There, I said it. It’s in the name! They know they’re ugly! Look at how hip you are, wearing super expensive boots that are meant to be worn barefoot! Eww! Gross! Don’t take those things off in my house and walk around with your feet exposed! It’s winter you fucknugget! Put on socks! And don’t keep your Uggs on either, all covered in slush, you tardsprocket! Oh, you got the Zellers cheap version of Uggs?  I guess that makes you smarter than the moron who shelled out hundreds to look homeless. Yes, yes, I know they are warm and comfortable. Yes, I know they’re still, still, for some reason, all the rage with the kids today. I don’t care. You look bad! You are fug.

 If you are a criminal and your job involves running for your life on a regular basis, or if you are currently working out at the gym, or jogging down the street or playing a sport or what have you, then yes, by all means wear athletic shoes. Wear the shoes that are designed to enhance your sporty experience. But if you are not in one of those situations? Do not wear running shoes! I mean, cute sporty shoes like Keds, or Converse, or Pumas or any kind of cool skater shoes are all good, yo, ‘cause they be stylin’ and I certainly hold much affection for my Adidas that are oh so comfy for long walks and oh so pretty what with their attractive stripes and their purple hue (my current love of the colour purple is totally authentic and not at all driven by the purple craze of the current fashion scene *cough*). But if you are just out and about in the world doing your thing then why are you wearing shoes with all sorts of crazy crap like little pumps or springs on them, and yards of laces, bright white like you’re trying to be seen from space? Why are you wearing shoes that are designed to make you jump/run/kick bigger, stronger, faster? You look bad, like someone’s dad or something. You are not jumping/running/kicking bigger, stronger or faster, you are just loading groceries into your mini-van. Wow, I guess that was a big strain for you, eh? Quite the workout there. Good thing you had those Nikes on. You might have sprained something otherwise. Fucktard.

 Lord knows I loves me a nice heel. Shit for your back and requiring conscious effort to walk in, high heels are designed to enhance the womanly figure. (Men have worn heels at various points in history, which makes sense ‘cause fashion is often about exaggerating natural sexual traits and height is attractive on men). So I’ll totally wear a heel ‘cause they make my bod look slammin’ and the truth of the matter is, in the corporate world, for women heels are seen as more professional than flats (I shall spare you a rant on the anti-feminist implications therein). But we’re talking about relatively practical heels.  A couple of inches, tops. Stilettos are tough to walk in and if you’ve mastered the skill, then more power to you, but I’ll stick to a heel with a wider base thanks very much. Still, I’ll admire those 4-inch stilletos you’re rocking if you are indeed rocking them. But if you have not figured out how to walk in heels then leave them in your closet. If you are teetering or walking like a horse, lifting each leg off the ground with such precision that you appear to be auditioning for ANTM, then practice at home and get back to me at a later date. Also, stripper heels? No. There was a time in the last decade when platforms were the shit and we all wore stripper heels in real life like the deluded late ‘90s morons we were but that time has fortunately passed… or has it?  Have you noticed that platforms are back?  Not quite to the extent we were subjected to in 1996, but still.  I don’t like the look but will allow it as long as it doesn’t creep into stripper territory.  I feel that if your shoes have a platform higher than an inch then you need to find that pole and work it.  And if your shoes are made of Lucite, you need to find that lap and grind it. If your shoes are so heavy that they will not stay on your feet unless they are strapped on with the intensity of a burn victim’s bandages, then you need to bend over and let me push this American dollar bill down your g-string. Some things are contextual. Stripper heels will break your back but if you’re on the job, then you gotta rock the appropriate footwear. A construction worker wears construction boots. A stripper wears stripper shoes. Not a stripper? Don’t wear them.

 And all of that having been said, don’t go too far in the other direction either. I already mentioned an affection for relatively practical heels but let’s face it: practical heel is an oxymoron. If your shoe looks orthopedic then why in good gosh gracious is there a heel on it? A massively chunky heel and full foot coverage will allow you to walk without spraining an ankle, but you look like an 80-year-old on her way to bingo. So don’t wear grandma heels, ‘cause they’re just kind of ridiculous. If you want to look workplace appropriate yet still go home without sore feet then just invest in a cute pair of flats, ‘cause they are totally in style right now, and all you need to do is hem your pants a bit.  I mean grandma shoes can be done right, but if you don’t have an eye for that sort of thing, then yeah, maybe just go to Payless and get some generic flats ’cause you probably also don’t have an eye for the kind of shirt-dress that goes with grandma shoes and you’ll just show up wearing Janeane Garofalo’s wardrobe from Reality Bites, which was completely awesome at the time, but that time was 1994.

 A few years back there was this trend going around that involved the ugliest fucking little slip-on ballet flats that were made of mesh and embroidered with all kinds of crazy crap like sequins and flowers and shit. God I hated those fucking devil shoes! Soooo incredibly fug!!!! I’m so glad the trend died in one season. But clearly they traumatized me for life if I feel the need to include them in this list, a full 3 years after the trend died. So if you’ve got these fuckers stowed away in your closet somewhere, please do the world a favour and discard them. They made you look like a grade schooler on meth.

 You know what though?  I gotta give props to the crazy kids among us who just don’t give a fig.  To the peeps who run out to the depanneur wearing slippers and a robe, I salute you.  After all, who hasn’t gone grocery shopping in their pajamas?  So fuck it all.  Wear your Crocks ’cause they’re comfy, wear your Uggs ’cause they’re warm and wear your stripper heels ’cause they make you feel hot.  And yeah, athletic shoes are practical and healthy so sure, fine, get a sensible bob and be a soccer mom.  Just please, no socks and sandals.  That one I really mean.  Which is why I will punch you in the face if I see you wearing socks and sandals and you will deserve it and thank me for it because I have so clearly outlined Why I Am Better Than You.

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I believe I briefly ranted at one point before about how I’ve always felt a certain kinship with Geordie La Forge and his blindness.  He wears a visor to see but it gives him constant headaches and is just generally a pain in the butt.  I relate because my glasses are so incredibly heavy (yes, I’ve got the super thin lenses, no they are not super thin on me because that’s just how intense my prescription is) that they are actually physically painful to wear.  I get headaches from straining to see but also feel pain on my nose and ears.  I can’t even wear my hair behind my ears because the extra weight is too much to handle (which goes a long way to explaining why I’ve always favoured haircuts that are low-maintenance and won’t flop in front of my face).  Plus glasses are a pain because in the summer when it’s hot, or if I’m exercising and I sweat, the glasses constantly slide down my nose and further impairs my vision.  In the winter I have two options: wear a scarf over my face and therefore go blind because of condensation fogging up my glasses or stay sighted but freeze my face off.  Both options suck. 

 If I didn’t have glasses, I would be considered legally blind.  I’m myopic with a prescription of -17.  To give you an idea of how bad that is, they don’t even offer disposable lenses, or prescription sunglasses, or lasik surgery for vision past -10.  So the only option available to me is something called ICL, where they implant a contact lens into your eye, behind the iris, in front of your natural lens. 

 This whole journey began with a trip to a lasik clinic, where they examined me and determined I was not a candidate.  Once they realized they weren’t going to get any money out of me I was quite rudely told to be on my way.  That’s right, LasikMD are assholes!  But the doctor mentioned something about something that might work for me… ahh, what?  I can’t hear you when you’re literally pushing me out the door… 

 So I did some online research and read up on this ICL thing and discovered that the only place in Montreal that does it is the Montreal Eye Clinic.  So I hemmed and hawed for a while and then I made an appointment.  They were very nice, but that may have to do with how much money they realized they could siphon out of me.  I was given the typical eye exams, told that my prescription is now -17.  My glasses, just a little over a year old are about -16, so my eyesight is STILL degrading, at age 33, it is STILL getting worse.  Christ on a cracker, will it ever stabilize?!  Ugh!

 Anyway, they were all quite impressed with the shittiness of my vision and told me I was indeed a candidate for ICL.  But before giving me the go ahead I would need to see a retinal specialist to make sure I was not at risk for retinal detachment… oooh scary!  So I went back another day and they dilated my pupils and then made me wait for a full 2 goddamn hours before the specialist literally poked my eyes with a little stick.  Yes, literally, not figuratively, literally.  Yes, it was painful.  I’m gonna give it a 50 on my pain scale.  0 being no pain and 100 being loss of consciousness or death.  So that was good times.  My retinas are…. more or less healthy.  The doctor said he saw something that concerned him but he is allowing me to get the surgery anyway.  I am at increased risk for retinal detachment because of my severe myopia and astigmatism.  It’s so fun to be me.  For regular peeps, ICL carries a 5 in 10,000 risk of detachment or cataracts… or death.  For me it’s about 25 in 10,000.  More good times.  But whatever, I’m taking the risk.  I need to ditch these glasses.

 But Nique, why not just wear contacts, you ask.  Yeah, I’ve done that.  But I have sensitive eyes on top of poor vision and after about 8 hours of contact wearing it’s just too painful to carry on.  And since my workday keeps me out of the house for at least 10 hours… and since my work involves staring at a computer screen all day… I used to just wear contacts on the weekend but then I decided that was not a cost effective solution to my blindness.  Because it’s expensive to get new contacts every year and new glasses every couple of years.  A couple hundred for contacts, glasses at my prescription run at about $800.00 a pop.  It adds up over time.  So will ICL save me money in the long run?  Well, it costs $3500.00 per eye.  And I’m told that because of my severe myopia and astigmatism, I may need some laser surgery on top of the implants, which will be another couple thousand.  Sooo… I guess after ten years I’ll start “saving” money.  Except my eyesight will probably continue to degrade and I’ll need glasses again eventually.  *sigh* It’s so awesome being me.  But as I said, my heavy glasses are physically painful and I’m just sick of them.  Sick of the shrinkage (everything looks smaller through the glasses, same way my eyes look small behind the thick lenses) sick of showering blind, sick of waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to see the time on the alarm clock, sick of entering a building in winter and the temperature differential fogging up my glasses and forcing me to feel my way through the building, sick of my glasses literally sliding off my face and crashing to the floor whenever I work out.  I’m just over it.

 Then I had an appointment at the Longueuil clinic, which… why?  They did one tiny little exam that took two seconds and scheduled an iridotomy, which is where they drill little holes into your irises with a laser.  This is so the ocular fluid can flow despite the implantable lens being in the eye and whatever, whatever, technical blah blah blah.  Thankfully the iridotomy and all further surgeries were to take place at the downtown clinic, just a few steps from my workplace. 

 The technician assured me the iridotomy would be painless.  I don’t know if she was lying or if they didn’t give me enough anesthetic but that shit hurt.  Not enough to complain about but enough to have me concerned that maybe something was going wrong.  As the doctor was lasering me, he kept telling me to stop blinking but like, dude, you’re lasering my eye, I’m just running on reflex here.  Fucking toolshed.  Interestingly, only my right eye was blinky like that, which didn’t surprise me, ‘cause for the past few months, my right eye has started twitching like I’m Rusi or something.  But my left eye is fine and didn’t blink at all while it was lasered.  Anyway, once the iridotomy was done, they pushed me out of there faster than an ADD kid on speed.  That was a bit weird, they’d always been so accommodating previously.  I guess they were like, whatevs, since they’d already gotten my money.  So I walked home half blind (blurred vision from the eye drops that dilate the irises) and as the night went on, the pain increased.  But by the next day I was fine.  Then I waited around for the lenses to arrive. 

 Waiting was nerve wracking and I was very anxious to get it done.  The idea of being able to see without glasses is… a very foreign one.  I have no memories of good vision.  I was about 4-years-old when I started to lose my vision so I really don’t remember any time when I could see properly.  Bad vision is just a part of who I am.  All the little aforementioned annoyances, they are just part of what makes me, me, which is why I’m apprehensive.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m ecstatic about the surgery and can’t wait to be able to see properly but there is a part of me that feels an upcoming sense of loss.  Will I lose a fundamental part of my Niqueness if I’m not blind?  Maybe.  But even though blindness is a core part of my being, it is also a core part of my suffering.  It SUCKS to be blind.  And so I am happy to shell out cash and risk my health to improve my standard of living.  And yet… I will mourn the loss of my glasses, I really will.  A friend told me that missing my glasses would be like a paralyzed person missing their wheelchair if they could suddenly walk.  Why would you miss something that limited you?  Because, I say, because sure, the paralyzed dude couldn’t walk, but that chair was part of his identity and he and the chair had many fun adventures rolling up ramps together.  Yeah, running up the stairs would be better, but rolling up the ramp is what he had, and it was just a part of him.  That’s why.  So of course he’d ditch the chair and of course I’ll ditch my glasses, but I’ll still keep them in my box of sentimentally valuable items.  After all, when Geordie got new eyes, didn’t we all yell at the screen and mourn the loss of his visor?  I mean, the visor is what made Geordie interesting.  It’s who he was.  Without the visor, he’s just Data’s overly enthusiastic pal. 

 But then this Monday I got the call.  Hey, can you come in tomorrow to get the surgery?  Uhhh… sure.  Do you have your eyedrops?  No, you never gave me any eyedrops.  Can you come in right now to get them?  Yes, yes I can.  So I ran off to pick up the eyedrops, emailed my boss to say I’d be taking the rest of the week off and inundated my eyes with the preparatory drops.  The next day I was at the clinic bright and early.  They dilated my eyes, gave me antibiotic drops, anesthetic drops and put an IV shunt in my hand, just in case.  In case of what?  Not sure, but whatevs, you do what you gotta do.  While the iridotomy was very casual and done as nonchalantly as any exam, the implantation was in a proper surgical room, and I was given a little hat to cover my hair and little booties for my feet, but I kept my street clothes on.  I was laid down in a chair, and a blood pressure monitor was put on my arm and a pulse monitor was put on my finger.  A very kind and accommodating nurse, the one who put in the IV, cleaned around my eye with disinfectant and I was told to open my eye so he could drop a bit of disinfectant inside.  I knew they’d already given me some anesthetic but that was still scary because I once accidently put disinfectant in my eye (I thought it was saline solution, I was putting in contacts) and holy shit, it was the MOST painful thing EVER!  But I let him drop the disinfectant and was relieved to feel no pain. 

 I was covered from head to toe in a surgical sheet that had a little hole for the eye to stick out.  (They would be doing the right eye that day, the left would be the next day.)  My eye was taped open, which was quite uncomfortable and one of those Clockwork Orange thingies was used to prop open my eye to prevent blinking, which kind of hurt.  I think it’s a natural reaction to close your eyes when something scary or uncomfortable is happening, but when you’re getting eye surgery you can’t do that.  So in spite of my bad vision I could still see what was happening.  I saw a needle come towards my eye but thankfully all it did was drop more anesthetic.  My vision blurred but I could still make out the scalpel.  My jaw was clenched but I made a little squeak of pain when I felt something pushing on my eye.  The doctor assured me I was not feeling pain, just pressure.  Gee, thanks for telling me what I’m feeling, jerkwad.  I wish someone would have been narrating the experience, so I could know what kind of progress they were making, how far along they were.  It was annoying to wait and not know what was going on.  I couldn’t speak because I didn’t want to move my head.  The doctor kept telling me to raise my chin and not move but I had no idea I was moving.  I heard him ask for the spatula… maybe that’s to push in the lens?  Well, then it was over.  It really didn’t take that long.  They Clockwork Orange thingy was removed, the tape was ripped off… um, ow, do I have any eyelashes left?  I was given some pills, not told what they were for but swallowed dutifully.  I was totally blind at this point and escorted to the recovery area, which is in the same room as the prep area.  I was offered something to drink and told to put on my gigantic, yellow-tinted, post-op glasses. 

 Things came into focus and I realized… holy shit, I’m not wearing my glasses but I can still see.  I almost cried but then stopped myself, ‘cause that’s probably not good for my eye at this point.  My left eye was totally blind but my right eye, while blurred, could see well enough to make out my surroundings.  Trippy.  The nurse came and taped up the IV shunt in my hand.  They would leave it in since I was coming back the next day for the other eye and no point in taking it out and putting it back in.  I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  Not allowed to do anything.  Waited.  Waited.  Waited.  Damn, I had to pee.  I made my way to the bathroom and then came back and waited some more.  The doctor took at look at my eye and told me to come back in an hour.  I went downstairs and had a snack and waited and listened to music and waited.  Went back.  The doctor seemed concerned.  Come back in an hour.  Waited, waited, waited.  Still concerned.  Come back in an hour.  Waited, waited, waited.  I was given drops and the doctor spazzed out when I dabbed at my dripping eye with a Kleenex.  NEVER TOUCH YOUR EYE!!!!  I was given more pills, which were apparently an anti-inflammatory thing.  I was given more pills to take that night and sent on my way, with a separate eyedrop schedule for each eye. 

 When you’re not allowed to use your eyes, life is boring.  I actually covered my operated eye and put on my glasses and watched a bit of TV, I was so bored.  The pain increased as the anesthetic wore off.  Well, not pain exactly, just an awareness of having something in my eye, like when you have an eyelash or a grain of sand in your eye, it’s annoying.  I put in the drops as told and the Kleenex (not on my eye, just wiping the drips on my cheeks) was stained yellow.  Ugh!  Does that mean my eye is pussy?!  I considered calling the emergency line but decided to wait it out.  Then next time I put drops they dripped down clear.  Phew!  The worst part was the IV in my hand.  Soooo itchy!  And if I moved my hand too much it would hurt, so I didn’t move it, so my hand quickly went numb.  That sucked. 

 The next day I was back for the left eye.  It went much more smoothly.  There was no nice nurse this time around, and the doctor did the thing with the disinfectant in the eye.  This time it burned.  I told the one nurse present that it hurt and she assured me that they’d be applying more anesthetic.  Phew!  So it all happened again, and this time apparently I was moving my eyeball.  The doctor kept telling me to stop moving my eye.  I didn’t know I was moving it!  I knew what to expect this time so I wasn’t as apprehensive and it was over in no time.  They finally removed the IV shunt!  What a relief!  Back to the recovery area and the waiting.  I was told that my right eye was doing great and so was my left and released much more quickly and without any pills. 

 So here’s the thing:  I was hoping for a revelatory experience but it has yet to occur.  I’ve worn contacts before and the first time I put in a new pair, it’s always an awe-inspiring experience, where you look around and see the crisp detail in everything and you almost feel like you can see through time.  This has not happened with the implants.  It’s been a few days now, and the technicians testing my eyes tell me my eyesight is great but I don’t feel like it is.  There is no crispness.  No precision.  A nurse told me I could see well enough to drive, but I don’t want to drive, I want to time-travel!  So I’m a little disappointed in that regard.  I’m also annoyed that I no longer have close vision.  With my myopia, I couldn’t see far, couldn’t see more than 10cm in front of my face, but those 10cm gave me detail you wouldn’t believe.  If I put my face right into something, I could see every tiny little precise detail and it was amazing.  That is now gone.  Now I’m like a normal person and anything closer than 10cm is a blur.  This is the sense of loss I knew I’d experience.  But oh well, it’s still cool.  It’s pretty fanfreakingtastic to wake up in the middle of the night and be able to see the time!!!  And everything is big now.  Huge!  I looked down and thought for a second that they’d given me a foot transplant too; I have clown feet!  But no, I’m just suddenly seeing everything in real size.  Seriously, I’m needing to relearn money sizes.  Nickles look like quarters, quarters look like toonies, toonies look like Frisbees.  The world is enormous!

 I was warned that I might need some laser on top of the implants, so maybe if that happens I’ll get the precision of vision I crave.  I’m still hopeful that the slight blurriness and lens flares will go away.  My eyes are still tired and get sore easily.  They get itchy a lot, so I always look forward to putting in the drops because they relieve the itch.  I get that feeling where you’ve been wearing your contacts too long and you can’t wait to get home to take them out, except I don’t have to take them out!  Weird.  I can just close my eyes if they are sore.  Awesome.

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