I quit smoking six months ago. But last night? I spent the entire night dreaming about lighting up one cigarette after another, just inhaling, inhaling, inhaling... I can actually still hear myself exhaling deeply in my sleep. 😠
cafédelmar said:Alright, so we've settled that... now it comes down to the price. Next, we really need to pin down which ones actually perform better—like, what are the specific advantages of one over the other?
I’ve personally cycled through annual, six-month, and monthly options. And honestly? Even though everyone claims these monthly ones are supposedly "way better," they are the only lenses that have ever given me actual trouble. I was just catching up with two girlfriends today, comparing notes on our experiences. Both of them dealt with eye inflammation from using monthly lenses, so they both ended up switching back to the six-month varieties. For me, my monthly lenses just irritate my eyes. They feel constantly dry, sensitive to light, and irritated—almost like I've got sand stuck in them. I still have a two-month supply left, but once that’s gone, I’m going straight back to the six-month ones.
RuzanPrljavGlup said:Here’s how my math would work out: if annual plans cost $167 and quarterly ones are supposedly the same, then the daily rate would have to be such that 500 x 365 equals $60833 which is obviously impossible. Can someone just list the actual prices for annual, quarterly, monthly, and daily options?
I think you got your wires crossed with those numbers.🙂 Look at it this way, using my own example (where I compared annual, six-month, and monthly plans): the price for a full year ends up being basically the same regardless. For instance, if my annual supply costs $100, then buying two six-month supplies also totals $100. Now, if I go with monthly plans, twelve of those over a year adds up to about $110. So, it's actually a little more expensive. I don't know about the daily rates, but the total yearly cost for contact Lens—whether you buy them monthly, quarterly, every six months, or annually—usually lands in the same ballpark. 🙂
I’ve been using protein removal tablets once a week alongside my monthly contact lenses. Even though the solution bottle claims it cleans out proteins daily without needing any extra steps, I kept getting eye pain and my lenses felt scratchy and irritated. Ever since I started incorporating these tablets into my routine, everything has been absolutely perfect.
My prescription used to shift constantly every single year. Sometimes it would jump by 0.25, sometimes 0.5, and honestly, there were times it swung by a full diopter. Knock on wood, though, it’s been totally stable for about four years now. If it doesn't stay put this year, I’m finally going to look into getting LASIK to fix it once and for all.
At the end of the day, you're the one who knows your own vision best—can you actually see better with the new prescription compared to the old one? For me, clarity was the only thing that mattered. Whatever helps me see, I'll take. If I were in your shoes, I’d definitely give the new prescription a shot. You even mentioned yourself how nice it is to actually be able to see everything clearly 😉 So don't stress too much... there's an end in sight. It's just silly to stick with a weak prescription and constantly strain your eyes trying to make up for it.
honey bunny said:I’ve been trying to quit smoking for three weeks now, but I’ve already slipped up twice. It’s brutal when I’m just sitting at a Starbucks grabbing a coffee and my hands don't know what to do with themselves—it gets so boring. Honestly, I’ve stopped going out for coffee nearly as much as I used to. And it’s even worse when the crew goes out clubbing; I just can't seem to enjoy a drink without a cigarette in hand. Hopefully, things will get better soon...🙂
Look, that first month is the absolute worst. I was losing my mind back then. I wouldn't even go out for coffee, and on the rare occasion I did, I made sure to hang out with non-smokers. If you can just white-knuckle it through those first thirty days, everything becomes so much easier. At least that was the case for me.😁 Anyway, yesterday marked exactly 20 weeks smoke-free for me. Looking back now, it feels like I never even picked up a habit in the first place. I don't even think about it anymore.
Today marks exactly 16 weeks since I quit smoking. Just yesterday, I was catching up with a friend and we were talking about dreams. I mentioned how rarely I actually dream anything significant. Then last night... I have this dream where I’m putting a cigarette in my mouth, pulling out some matches—don't ask me where the hell the matches came from—and lighting up. And then comes that very first puff of 🙄 I woke up with a smile on my face. 🙄
Where on earth is all this coming from now? 😠 Is it possible I'm having withdrawal crises? Still, I'm not giving in. If I'm going to smoke, I'd much rather do it in my sleep than in real life. 16 weeks smoke free and the count continues 🙂
😠 They’re coming for me, I swear. They're out to get me. 😠
I was actually feeling pretty damn proud of myself for hitting the 12-week mark without a single cigarette, and then today.... I’m digging through my closet, looking for some jackets I haven't worn in forever, when I feel something in my pocket. One pocket had makeup, but the other.... 😠 a pack of cigarettes... I can't catch a break...
I didn't light up. I just took a little sniff, reminded myself that I'm a non-smoker now, and tossed them straight into the trash...
Where do these ghosts from the past even come from? 🙄 It must have happened back when I shoved them into that jacket and cursed everything under the sun because I couldn't find them. 🙄
But seriously, why does that sticky stuff just keep running out of my nose? Maybe I’m getting this wrong or totally misread what you were saying, but honestly, I was dealing with the exact same constant drainage until just a few years ago. It felt like a never-ending cycle: sinus issues in the fall, sinus issues in the summer, then autumn hits and it’s just a revolving door of colds and sinus infections... plus all those annoying little aches and pains. Then, after years of me constantly using sprays and everything else under the sun, one doctor just told me, dead serious, that I actually have allergies. To something. Or maybe everything. But that’s not really the point right now. The point is that once I started taking an allergy pill, the whole thing changed. No more endless nasal sprays, no more messing with drops, no more constant rinsing. And don't even get me started on that hacking cough first thing in the morning because all that "sticky" stuff settles deep while I'm sleeping through the night... If I were in your shoes, I’d head straight to a clinic for some allergy testing. 👋
I’m officially five weeks smoke-free today. I still get those random urges here and there—mostly just out of old habit—but they pass pretty quickly. That first week was hands down the absolute worst part of this whole thing. Once you actually push through that initial hump, everything gets so much easier.
Today marks exactly two weeks since I finally quit. Sometimes the urge hits me hard enough that I just want to light one up, but then I catch myself thinking, "Wait, I'm a non-smoker now," and the feeling just passes. I honestly used to think I’d never be able to survive life without a cigarette, but so far, I’m actually doing pretty great. My hair doesn't smell like an ash tray, my clothes don't carry that stale smoke scent, and my car finally smells clean again... I’ve put on a little weight, sure, but it's really nothing to worry about. Every single new day spent without a cigarette is just one more battle won on the road to winning the whole war.
I’ve been rocking soft contact lenses for almost a decade now. With them, I can do pretty much anything except go scuba diving. Honestly, I could probably try it, but I’m terrified of losing one in the ocean. You can wear sunglasses, keep them on while doing aerobics, or even wear them on your head—they aren't going anywhere, trust me. The only advice I ever got was not to rub my eyes and to avoid crying while wearing them, supposedly because they might pop out. And look, it’s not like I’m just casually rubbing my eyes; when my allergies hit, I’m scrubbing and scratching like I’m trying to gouge my own eyes out. Even then, the lenses haven't popped out once. Sometimes they shift a little, but you just nudge them back into place. As for the crying thing? It hasn't been actual tears, more like heavy sobbing, and I still didn't lose them. There really isn't any reason to stress out this much over them. They aren't going to fly away. Just relax and enjoy having vision that isn't trapped behind a pair of glasses frames.
Is it just me? You guys really need to hear this. Usually, when people talk about joints popping, it’s knees, elbows, wrists... nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone gets those little clicks here and there, right? But listen, folks, when my right ankle starts acting up 🙄 , it’s on a whole different level. I can hear it with every single step I take. And I’m not talking about a tiny click; it’s so loud that people actually stare at me while I'm walking. I kid you not. It sounds like my ankle bone is literally skipping a beat. It is honestly so embarrassing, especially when I see the confused looks on the faces of the people I'm with. They’re standing there trying to figure out what that noise was, and then they start asking if I’m okay or if I need to go sit down.
Getting out of my car has actually become painful... and I mean genuinely painful.
Honestly, I’ve already mastered the art of getting out of the car. You just slam the door in such a way that you push against the window instead. Just don't touch the handle. 😱
What really gets to me, though, is that moment right before I reach the door. I find myself shuffling toward it, staring at the handle... and I know I have to open it. I know it's going to send a jolt of pain through me... but there's nothing I can do because I have to get out. I swear, every single person walking by can see the sheer terror on my face.
You guys have no clue how much it sucks when everyone else is dealing with static electricity too. My friends don't get shocked by anything unless I walk into the room. I am basically a walking power plant. Everyone gets zapped the second they see me. Maybe those rubber clogs I wear are what I should swap out, but seriously people, look at this snow and ice outside—I can't exactly be trekking around in heavy boots right now. It’s getting ridiculous because I’m actually terrified to open doors. I’m scared to touch anything because, of course, there's an immediate "bzzzz" and I jump like I've been scalded. And the absolute worst part is getting out of the car... I slowly crack the door, step out, shut the door while sliding the window up (because heaven forbid I touch the door handle with my hair flying everywhere), give myself a little mental victory for making it through that part, and then... I go to open the door I actually need to get inside and—"bzzzz"—there I go again, jumping around like a total maniac. This isn't normal anymore. I'm developing a genuine phobia of opening doors. 😢