My optometrist tried to get me to switch to soft contacts last week and boy did that not go well. I wouldn't have guessed anything could be less pleasant than rigid gas permeable lenses, but it was like having two giant plastic-wrapped squids fused to my eyeballs. This was a lesson I never needed to learn but thanks anyway, dubious ocular progress. No thumbs up! I did order new spectacles, though; they cost approximately six billion dollars and should be ready in 40 years, give or take. Eh, vision. Who needs it.