Suffering in silence isnít something I do well. The suffering part is a specialty of the house, of course, but the silence is way off the grid. Even when I try to hide something, it comes out in a pained expression or a whiny voice or just a general melancholy thatís obvious to everyone around. Painfully obvious.
Thatís why everyone around me knows that my new glasses have been giving me trouble. The lenses are fine; I have no trouble seeing through them, both far away and up close. The frames, though, are killing me. (Now you know, too.) They hurt the backs of both of my ears, and they are digging bloody holes in both sides of my nose.
Enough is enough, right? My plan is to take them back to the Kaiser optical department and see what they can do. Surely they can do something. I canít believe Iím supposed to be suffering like this.