By the time you read this, I’m sure I’ll have been to the eye doctor, as I’m waaaay overdue. I’ve been nearsighted for about twenty years, but only needing glasses to drive. I didn’t realize how bad my eyes were until the last time I went for my driver’s license test. The woman finished with the man in front of me, then she told me to look into the little machine and read the three columns.
I looked up and told her she’d made a mistake–there were only two columns visible. Did she forget to advance a slide or something?
She smiled knowingly and told me to try reading it with my glasses on. So I put on my glasses and–surprise! There were three columns, after all. Sigh.
So for the last several years I’ve carried a purse full of glasses cases. I have reading glasses for reading. I have prescription sunglasses for driving. I have prescription glasses for distance when I’m not in the sun.
Lately I’m beginning to think that I need glasses for eating–have you ever noticed blurry food?
And now I suspect that my eyes have either vastly improved, or deteriorated to the point where my near-sightedness is now far-sightedness and I just don’t realize it. Does that make sense?
So off to the doctor I go, ready to be told that my eyes–which I value more than any other sense–are going the way of all flesh. Aging.
(Update: back from the eye doctor and yes, I’m not getting older, I’m getting better. In one area, at least. 🙂 )
How many pairs of glasses are in your bag?