I jumped off the bridge twice and my glasses stayed perched on my nose.
I guess the third time was a doozy cause my glasses fell off my face and down to the bottom of the river.
I seriously felt like crying. Mostly because I'm TOTALLY blind and I knew this action wouldn't just affect me. It would totally affect my parents.
So I called my dad. He told me it would be okay and to come home.
I went home and totally broke down bawling, but my dad didn't reprimand me. He just gave me a hug and gave me some different options. I tried his glasses, my mom's glasses, and then my older sister's contacts. Luckily, her contacts semi-worked. As in, I can see things up close, but I can't pick out details if something is far away.
So that's where I'm at...starting my first day of school partially blind, feeling like I lost a piece of myself because I love my glasses and praying that I get new glasses on Wednesday.
In the meantime...I went to Brooklyn's wedding last week and it was BEAUTIFUL. Go give her some wedding loving :)