behavioural optom

yeah, i'm ridiculously short-sighted; i've worn glasses ever since i was in grade three. back then, the lenses were only -1.5. some sixteen-odd years later, they're now like -9.00! meaning without glasses i basically can't read a sheet of text unless i'm holding the paper touching my nose. anyways, i'm so special, i get my lenses done @ a behavioural optoms. basically, they put sth in your lenses to make you a better behaved kid for your parents. no, don't laugh, it's true! next time you see me, i'll show you my glasses. the lenses on the left hand side are considerably thicker than the one's on my right hand side. the optom's put some prisms into my lenses there to make me a better behaved kid for my mum.
well, obviously, i'm telling porky pies. :P XD well, the part about the added prisms is true, but the part about those prisms making me a behaved kid for my parents is obviously just a fabrication. :P
see, if i put my finger to your face, moved it side-to-side and said "say stop when my finger gets to the middle" you'd say "stop" when my finger was @ your nose, right? but, if you did the same to me, i'd say "stop" when your finger was all the way to the right-hand side. meaning after my brain injury, my midline has somehow shifted all the way to the right, and what these prisms do is help me automatically weightshift back to the left when i'm walking.
before these special glasses were available for me, the optom rented me a pair of fit-over ones. they looked ridiculous, but for me, it was like you'd just fitted a piece of clear plastic over my glasses. no difference @ all. however, mother tried them on once, just for fun, and when she came back, said, "em, i almost fell over when i stood up and walked; those lenses were pulling me so far to the left side.
one more thing about these new glasses is that they actually keep the floor level when i walk. yeah, i was a stupid kid who didn't tell my mother i had this problem until after i got those special glasses, and happily told mother, "the floor stays down level whenever i walk now."
"you mean the floor didn't stay down flat before you got these glasses?!" she asked me, aghast.
"nope, it'd rise up and meet me. that's why i always hated walking."
"why didn't you TELL me?!" she screeched @ me. lol, i don't why! guess i've always been a stupid kid. XD
anyways, i'm happy with my new glasses, now. :) just one problem: i'm asian, and many asians don't have a bridge on their nose. not a literal bridge, of course, but sth to do with the bone in your nose there? meaning i've borrowed dad's glasses string that he usually wears while playing baddy to prevent the glasses from sliding off my face completely. :P
oh, and i also need new fit-over sunnies, too! see, my new pair of specs, the frame's too broad to fit the sunnies over. but mother took me to sunnybank hills shopping centre to see aunty amy kwan, who runs some sunglasses shop, to buy a new pair. but since my face's so fat (well, actually coz the frames are so broad :P) she's put in an order for some wider frames and she'll bring them along to church on sunday for me to try out. :)
but it's just so much more fun to tell people, "i'm such a bad child my mother took me to see a behavioural optom to get new glasses. they put sth into your lenses to make you a better-behaved child for your mum, see. no, it's true! have a look @ my glasses! can't you see that the lenses are much thicker on the left side than the right?":P so far, no-one's believed my story, yet ... guess i'm not very good @ telling porky pies. XD
next post here ... lol, i dunno when! it's ages til the next public holiday (the EKKA show holiday) no, wait! book club's this thursday! cya thurs night, then!
cheers,
em. ^^