TreeHouseView

This is apropos, as I have done a lot of thinking as of late in regard to how routine-oriented I am even though I might not have admitted to that without some serious reflection. With some health-related issues rearing their ugly heads over the last few years, I began to see how fairly tied I have become to maybe not exactly routines but more certain ways of doing things and how I struggle when I don’t access to being able to do certain things certain ways.

We are currently traveling and there is nothing like being out of your own space to bring things like this to light. Talk about shining a giant spotlight on the issue—I have terrible vision and I wear scleral contacts. Once those come out at night, I am grounded because I don’t have glasses that I can see adequately enough out of for things like reading or TV. Leaving the house independently is out of the question because I can barely see to get to the car let alone drive. I don’t drive much at night anymore even with my contacts in. We are all safer that way.

So when I’m in a foreign space, not having vision with which to navigate the area is a serious bummer. I routinely shower at night when I’m at home because I can’t shower with my contacts in so I do this at night once I’m done for the day and I know that I can navigate my familiar house with my blindasabat eyes after the shower. (I’m not a morning person and don’t make time in those hours to shower). I also battle dry eyes like it’s my job and water dries out eyeballs like nobody’s business so for me, showering in the morning results in eyes that look like I’ve had a breakfast meeting with Cheech and Chong.

On vacation, this routine is pretty damn limiting and even more so when you’re staying in a one bedroom/one bath condo with your in-laws. I would one thousand percent change this routine if I could, but that would require a bit more than just a change of habit. I’d need new eyes to start and perhaps a therapy session or six to breakdown all of the ways that I am set…no, on second thought, make that stuck in my ways right now. There are a more than this, I fear.

And speaking of fears…what happens if this plane goes down and we are left stranded in the middle of the ocean? I’ll tell you what happens. I’m shark food unless we are rescued tout de suite. If anything happens to these contacts, I ‘m SOL. I can’t even fall asleep in these lenses because the subsequent lack of oxygen to my eyes will further damage my already scarred for life corneas that can’t handle more trauma or drama.

Isn’t there a faster way to Hawaii?