One of the big thrills in my life came in 1982, when I was a high school senior. After about 9 years with glasses, I got contacts. It was like a miracle: I could see, but didn’t have to keep cleaning my glasses, pushing them up my nose, worrying about them steaming up in the winter, you name it. But contacts in the ’80s were not the same as the contacts of today.
Caring for soft contacts involved saline solution and separate cleaning drops. Then, the contact case had to be put into a disinfecting unit which was plugged into the wall. There the contacts would disinfect all night. After awhile, some of the saline would leach out and a salty crust would form in parts of the unit.
Once a week, I’d clean my contacts with enzymes. There was a nifty little device to put the contacts in, and then I’d submerge that into another container filled with the fizzy enzyme cleaners.
Now, it’s so nice to do everything with a single solution. It almost feels too easy.
Then there was the cost. Losing a contact was a major trauma because it seems like a pair of contacts cost about $100 back then. Now, a 6-pack of the same contacts runs around $20. It’s gratifying to see something that’s actually come down in price, and contacts are a prime example. I have to admit though that old memories die hard – it still feels a little bad to throw an old contact away when I get new ones. I always feel the urge to rescue the little guy out of the trash before he dries out and becomes completely unusable.
How about you – if you have contacts, do you have any funny contact stories to share or memories about getting them for the first time?