Look Into My Eyes
Another visit to the ophthalmologist on Wednesday. Another round of sticking my head into a box with one eye closed while trying to spot the tiny flashing light. More drops in the eyes to expand the iris. Semi-blurry letters and numbers projected at the end of a long, darkened room. Why do I put myself through this torture every six months?!
Oh yeah, I'm a glaucoma suspect, that's why.
My eyes turned out to be okay, but new glasses were in order. I chose a nice, thin frame with clip-on sunglasses that should be ready within the week. The doctor also suggested...drum roll, please...reading glasses. That, or bi-focals. You see, I'm nearsighted, but if I need to read something small like a town name on a map, I lift my glasses and bring the map closer to my face.
Reading glasses sound ideal because I can pick up a pair at any drug store. But the whole idea solidifies the notion that I really am getting older. Ugh....
Sunday, August 01, 2010
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I'm the reverse. I need my specs to read the teeny tiny print on medicine bottles. You know, the print that contains all the dire warnings that everyone should be able to read.
I refuse to wear bifocals. I will take my glasses on and off before I admit that I'm that old. *grin* I have enough reminders already!
Believe me, I understand. I had 20/475 vision in both eyes until my Lasix surgery about 8 years ago. It's been splendid since then! Until about a year ago -- Now I'm in readers. I swear, this is something else that we all have to go through.......ugh.
Just remember, the 20/20 line is DEFPOTEC
and then you won't need glasses.
Thanks for the reminder.... I'm overdue for an opthamologist appt myself!
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