And so it begins.
I figured, with all the snow closures and such, I'd probably have a pretty good chance of getting in at the eye doctor's. I figured right. I got an appointment for this afternoon, and the dr. was actually kind of scrambling around because he was short handed.
But we got it done. Last time, he tried to talk me into trying out some bifocals. What? Bifocals?! Me?? Deny, deny deny!
This time? Yeah, okay. Fine. I'm tired of flipping up my glasses to read what's in my hand.
He starts going into "... the lens becomes less flexible..." Blah, Blah, whatever. Do we hafta talk about it?! Let's just order the old lady glasses and move on!
So that's done. They're in the works anyway. Then I'll see about getting used to this bifocal business.
Funny how this stuff just creeps up. I can vaguely remember the days when I didn't need ANY glasses. I was in college when I realized I was having trouble seeing the board. With that, I ended up with my first pair of glasses. I did the contact lenses for a while, but eventually got tired of all that cleaning and whatnot. So high maintenance. I've been bespectacled ever since. The prescription getting a little stronger with each visit to the eye doctor.
Anyway, as I was sitting in the exam room waiting for the doctor to take care of some administrative stuff because the administrative person didn't come to work today, I noticed there was a poster on the wall featuring some ghastly eye conditions.
There are some gross things to be had by our eyes and the tissues around our eyes.
I'm glad there are eye doctors. I'm glad there are corrective lenses. I'm glad I'm just getting bifocals.