Recently I noticed that my glasses haven't really been helping.
I mean, I was using them less and less. But I wasn't seeing any better. In fact I was having a hard time seeing smaller print close up while my long distance vision seemed to be improving. This really sucked for reading.
Finally I bit the bullet and went to the eye doctor this weekend. I should preface all of this by telling you that I have worn glasses since I was in first grade, when it was discovered I had a lazy eye. Can I just say that this is the worst name for an eye problem I have ever heard. The solution was to have me wear a patch over my good eye in the hopes of stregtening my bad one.
Yeah, that didn't work. Not because the concept wasn't a good one. Mainly it didn't work because I removed the patch every morning before I made it to the bus stop and put it back on every afternoon before walking in to the house. Yes, I was young, but even then I got that the one-eyed pirate look wasn't going to be very good for me. Well it might have been, if I had a cool black patch to wear over that eye. But, atlas, that was not the case. Nope, they had me wear one of those flesh toned ones that made me look like a refugee from a third world country.
This weekend my doctor, who I have always perceived to be a good one, told me my eyes are completely healthy but my lenses are getting harder. He also told me I should not be surprised as this is what happens as we age. Did he just call me old? Them's fighting words Doc!
His solution. Progressive lenses. Now, for all of you young people out there who don't have to wear progressive lenses and have no idea what I am speaking of. Think your Grandma's bifocals, just updated. Seriously? I needed bifocals? Yeah, I get it. They slap a new name on it because, okay, they are a better type of lense. But it still has the same result. The ability to drive home that I really am getting older.
In the end? I opted for readers and not the old folks glasses. My doc, he clearly didn't agree, but then again, he didn't have to pay for them. Once it was all said and done, my new readers and the eye exam ended up costing just less than my last car. Of course it wasn't until after I was on my way home that I realized I could have just gotten myself a pair of cheaters at the local Wal-Mart for $7.00 and accomplished the same thing. I consoled myself with the thought that no one can get seven dollar cheaters that are as stylish as mine. Nope, your right, it didn't make me feel any better.
On the bright side. I don't need them to see things at a distance. The best part. I can see clearly for computer work and reading. Two of my very favorite things. Now I want to know if this has happened to you guys? Something made you feel less young recently?