When I was around Grade 6, I knew that something's wrong with my eyes. I had a hard time reading the blackboard whenever the teacher told us to write what's on the board. I had to squint, and stretch the corner of my eyes just to see clearly for a second. There was even a time that my teacher scolded me for failing a quiz. I told her that I couldn't see the blackboard clearly. "Eh di, mag-suot ka ng salamin." (Then wear some glasses.), she snapped at me. I didn't like it when she told me that. That was when I told my mother that I'm having a hard time with my eyesight. She then decided to have my eyes checked.
We went to an eye clinic in a mall. The eye doctor was quite kind when she gave me some tests. When she told my mother the grade of my eyesight, it's a bit high for a 12 year old. I can't remember how high but I know it's high. The doctor then asked me if I want to choose a frame for my glasses. But my mother said that there's no need because the doctor can use her old eyeglass frames. The frames were thin and black but I didn't bother the style because I was too young to think about that.
When I put on my first pair of glasses, my head felt a bit weird, and my eyes were watering a bit. I wasn't used to the sudden clearness of my vision but it felt good to see vividly. After wearing them a lot I got used to them.
The doctor advised us to give me check ups regularly, but with the money we have we couldn't possibly have regular check ups. So when I was around second year high school, I noticed my eyesight getting blurry again. I told my mother about it and we went to the eye doctor again. It's not the same eye doctor this time, and this time, it's a bit cheaper.
We found out that the grade of my eyes got higher. It reached to around a hundred. My mother got worried and she blamed it on me being constantly on the computer almost everyday. I was a bit worried myself but I was fine with it.
This time I got to choose which frame I will wear, so I chose a black rectangular frame, with the lower edge being rimless. The thickness of my glasses were a bit noticable but not much people noticed it. It's good to have new glasses, but I quite have the butter fingers. I keep dropping them which results in the bottom lenses being chipped off.
The break of the glasses was getting a bit worse and noticable. My mother brought me to another check up to the same cheap eye clinic. I got tired of the black glasses so my mother brought some frames. She said she got it from the owner of the school next to our house. It's red and rectangular and the bottom is also rimless. I wasn't that feeling good about the look of my glasses because the left nose bud wasn't positioned right, which makes my glasses look crooked. Also, the thickness of the glasses were getting noticeable. Regardless, I went with it and moved on to my life. But due to my butter fingers again, the bottom of the lenses broke... again.
I thought that next time if I go to the eye doctor, I'd choose full frame glasses so they won't break my lenses. When I was around third year college, I did just that. Me and my mother went to the department store of a mall. I looked at eye frames there and I chose a grayish black rectangular frame. We went to the eye clinic in the same mall and did my check up and gave them the frames. The doctor was quite worried that the frames will break completely but she said that their technician will be careful with it. After a few hours I had my glasses. It's the pair of glasses that I like the most but also quite fragile.
I thought I won't be worrying about broken lenses anymore, but that was replaced with something else. When I was lying on the bed, my head was putting quite pressure on the glasses. That's when the frames broke. I was devastated. It was the day before of our swimming so I was fine with it and left it at home. When I came back it's fixed. My father fixed it for me and I was glad but the left lens has scratches. I wore it anyway.
And then some months later, right frame broke this time. I asked for my father's help to fix it. I thought he'll make it better, but no, he made it worse. The right lenses were too scratched that I could barely see. In the end, I went with the crooked red glasses.
My mother told me that she'll get me better glasses when she gets the money from selling their land. Well, I hope thats true, because I'm thinking of choosing my frames in that eye clinic at the mall.
Having glasses is quite difficult. If you lose them you're doomed until you find them or you get a new pair. I guess I'm regretting a bit of not taking care of my eyes... I feel like everything is limited if I can't see anything clearly. I'm trying to take care of myself so that there won't be anymore problems. And when I get my next check up, I hope my eyesight remained or didn't went up too much. I'm just glad that nobody teased me with me being a four-eyed girl.
I hope you enjoyed reading, and I'll write again soon. :)
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