I knew that I was due to go to the eye doctor in October. I was actually excited about going, because my eyesight has changed substantially in the last year, and I was looking so forward to seeing clearly again. I’ve been wearing progressive glasses and “bifocal” contacts for a year or two now. Anyhow, I really enjoy the outdoors. I love taking a walk or bike ride and admiring the beauty of God’s creations – the turning leaves, the fall flowers, the clouds, the stars on a clear night. I wanted my distance vision back at all cost, so that I could really appreciate nature again.
When I went to the eye doctor, I told him that I wanted my distance vision back, even if it meant that I had to wear readers. He talked me into trying one distance contact and one contact for reading. I tried two different sets, but just could not adjust to it. Maybe it’s my stubbornness! I finally settled on two contacts for distance vision only – just like when I was a teenager – only I’m not a teenager.
Well, I now have readers strategically placed all over the place. I cannot see to text, or read my phone. I surely can’t read a book or use the computer without my “grannie glasses.” I can’t focus on the food on my plate. I grocery shop with a pair on my head, so that I can pull them down when I need to read a label.
The first day that I had to use them in front of my teenage students, it was like eating a giant slice of humble pie! Not planning ahead, I actually wound up with my hair tied back that day. With the readers and my hair in a knot, I thought, “Now I really look like an old school marm.” I am no longer young – no longer cool.
Oh well. It’s not the end of the world, right?! So, I’ve moved into the next phase of life – a natural process – aging. Yipee!