It’s one of those early mornings, and I’m hoping my ablutions are uneventful. I pull my scleral contact lenses, insertion device, and lens solution, decide to open an additional bottle of solution (nothing like not enough saline to make lens insertion go horribly awry), and get to work.
My morning has barely begun, and I’ve already engaged in plastic – and fossil fuel – intensive practice.
My contacts are made of plastic. The glasses…
