Sometimes you just have to write…
I know I’ve addressed this before in this blog: the guilt of spending so much money on myself. Well, I’ve done it again, this time in a really big way: I got lens implants.
Lens implants are like tiny contact lenses that are inserted just under the cornea and anchored in place using two little “hooks.” (Yes, I was awake during the operations. No, it didn’t hurt, but the two shots I had before each operation started did hurt a bit. No, I couldn’t see what they were doing. Yes, it’s reversible. No, there was absolutely no pain afterward, except for a slight headache the following day. Yes, I could see as soon as I took the bandage off four hours after each operation. If you want more gory details, e-mail me.)
So I got lens implants. I didn’t need them; I had contact lenses and glasses that corrected my vision just fine. I just wanted them, which makes it self-indulgent, right? Okay, you think it’s perfectly reasonable to get the implants, since my eyesight was so bad (-9.5 and -9.0 with contacts, worse with glasses). I haven’t told you the price yet: €2500 per eye! I saved up for the first, and I’m paying the second in instalments. The price makes a difference, doesn’t it? I’ve spent €5000 just on myself.
To be honest, I know I’ve been self-indulgent, but this time I don’t feel at all guilty. The fact is I’m thrilled with the results. I can see better than I ever could with contacts or glasses. I can swim with my head in the water, which I haven’t done in perhaps 25 years or so. I can fall asleep in the middle of the day and not wake up with painful, dried-out contacts in my eyes. The whites of my eyes are whiter than they’ve been in years since they’re not being irritated by contacts every day. When I wake up in the morning, I can see the clock next to my bed without having to lean out of bed and squint. It’s wonderful. So call me selfish, call me self-indulgent. I don’t care.