Saturday, Emily and I went on a trip with a group from the office. This was a trip down the Comal river in New Braunfels, TX.

I went tubing with a few of the guys from work back in April, but we tubed down the Guadalupe river in Canyon Lake, TX, just about 20 minutes away from the Comal. During that trip, the most current we saw was in the places where the water was just 2" deep and ripped over some sharp rocks. Thus, I didn't think twice about wearing my glasses as we went down the Comal.

As we approached the first chute on the Comal, Saturday morning, I thought, "This is gonna be fun!" Then when I got to the bottom of the chute, I saw that I was going to hit a wave pretty hard. Before the nerve impulses went from my brain to my arm to grab a hold of my glasses, that wave ripped them clean off my head and dropped them to the bottom of the river.

While this sucked hard, I didn't really sweat it too much because I knew I needed new glasses, and this was just a very convenient excuse. After we got back to Houston, Emily had to drive back to my apartment so I could find my old glasses. Luckily, I did find them right where I thought they would be, and I have been trying to make use of them since.

I don't know what my prescription strength was in my glasses I lost, nor do I know what it was in the glasses I am currently wearing. What I do know is that I can't see this 12 point font on my screen as I'm typing from about 18" away. I also know that I have been wearing these glasses all day and the strain is starting to cause some really wicked migraines.

I will be calling a couple of different eye doctors tomorrow to see who can get me in the soonest, who accepts my insurance, and who can get me my glasses the quickest. If I have to wear these glasses for more than another day or two, I'm probably going to (try to) kill someone because of the headaches. Work is going to be rather interesting for the next day or so as well.