After roughly 20 years of wearing glasses, I decided to take the plunge today during my annual visit to the optometrist, and try for contact lenses. (As a side note, Dan has been waiting for me to do something "drastic" this year, for my "mid-life crisis," as he puts it. Nevermind that he turned 30 two years ago and has had no such crisis. Yet. That I know of. Yet.)
So, after the requisite four-hours-of-wearing for the first day, I can say there is potential here, although not necessarily for my usual routine of 8+ hours a day in front of a computer screen. I did learn, though, an important lesson: When removing the lenses, take the one out of the good eye first, so you can still see what you're doing when you take out the other one. (I'm guessing there is a corollary: put the lens in the bad eye first in the morning. After coffee.)
Indeed, playing the "oh, no, where did the lens go" game when you're half blind is no fun for the participant (although I gather that my contortionist routine and accompanying distorted face-making provided mild entertainment for cubeworld passers-by).
