During an office move about nine months ago, I was in an unfamiliar part of our building and just about to leave for the night when the custodian popped his head in to inform me that he'd turned off the hall lights, so to be careful when I was leaving. I turned off the lights in the room and was immediately plunged into darkness. Then, in an attempt to simply feel my way out into the hall, I immediately plunged my head into a brick wall. Bang, scrape, scratch - I get a nice little cut in my forehead, my glasses frames get slightly dented, and there's a nice little half-inch gouge in the left lens.
But everything is so rushrushrunrunhurryhurry at work that there's simply no time for me to schedule a new eye exam (well, that and I don't have insurance to cover said exam...oops). Months go by, I fly to Mexico to get the durn thing done, the project finally winds down and life is normally-paced again. I get my exam, find out my right eye has changed a half-point, and there's that "whoa!" moment when the doctor compares what my prescription used to be to what it should be. That thing's so powerful I'm surprised I couldn't see into the future.
So almost a year later, here I am, finally with the new specs. The streets are safe again. And yes, I really am so blind that my glasses appear to distort the shape of my head.
I wanted to have an exam before I left the Bake, but evidently a referral takes 7-10 days and even after that, my eye dr is booked up until after I move to Houston.