My optometrist Jenny and I went to high school together in a tech-centric San Francisco suburb. I think we may have had French classes together all those years (‘Je suis un ananas’ via Téléfrançais, anyone?). She was always a good student and sort of quiet in class, but in real life, I always liked her to-the-point sense of humor and snark.
Somehow, we California girls both ended up in Chicago.
Just a couple of months ago, I scheduled my first appointment with Dr. Jenny, who told me that my eyesight was pretty much the same, but who also told me that, like a toothbrush, I needed to throw out the case for my contacts every three months.
I’ve been wearing contacts for over 10 years, and I had no idea.
So, in honor of Jenny, I wrote a poem:
There once was a doctor who said
“Protein buildup makes your eyes go red.
Wash your lenses each day
Throw your cases away
And don’t wear your contacts to bed!”