I inherited a few good elements from my mom and dad. Reasonable height, natural lankiness, a head of hair. It comes with the bad, of course. A potential for heart conditions, really poor longevity on the side of the men. And some shite eyes.
As a traveller with poor eyesight, you get accustomed to the annoying realities. Lugging around boxes of contacts, red, teary eyes, the constant blinking, infections, discomfort. Its a pain in the ass, and it can be expensive whenever you drunkenly step on yet another pair of specs. The wind out at sea, or along the coast, was not my friend. After the 48 hours of high winds and salty seas of the Melbourne-Hobart race in 2012, my lenses had nearly sealed to my eyes. It hurt like a bastard taking them out.
But no more. Last summer, I balled out, dropped 4K on to the counter at the Bochner Institute, and got my eyes fixed up. And fuck me sideways, it’s damn near perfect. I don’t reach for my glasses out of habit any more, my vision is better than 20/20, and I am absolutely loving it.
Full disclosure, the evening time, and especially dim lighting, is not my friend. In this light, the edges of objects are quite dull, even if I stay away from sources of light and allow my eyes to adjust. This has me worried for evening time pursuits, like night sailing or fishing. But who cares…the other 99.9% of the time, it’s sharp and crisp, even at big distances. My eyes aren’t dry and painful after a day spent with lenses, and I’m not constantly cleaning my glasses. With another big trip on the horizon in Africa and Europe, this was a decidedly great investment.