Prior to turning 40, I was the only member of my family who did not wear glasses. Everyone else, mom, dad and my three brothers all had been wearing them since childhood.

It was a point of pride for me that I had not inherited this one particular genetic flaw.

After I turned 40 I began to notice that I could not see so well. At one point I remember having Cynthia read the bill to me at a restaurant because I simply could not make out the numbers. We agreed it was time to have an eye exam.

As it turns out, I have trouble with my far AND my near vision and have been prescribed corrective lenses to assist me in seeing things. Not just glasses, BIFOCALS! The official eye-wear of old people.

Fortunately corrective lens technology has advanced significantly over the years and the glasses I have don’t look all that bad. In fact, I kinda like them. And you don’t really realize how much your missing until you get your glasses. It’s much easier to read, I get fewer headaches and things are just clearer overall.

We go each year to get our eyes checked. I’ve only needed to change my prescription once since I started wearing glasses, so that’s pretty cool. Again this year there has been no change but I had an extra set of frames that I like a lot so I’m having my opthomotrist fit them with my current prescription and also adding the transition feature so I have a pair of sunglasses to wear.

I can see for miles and miles

One thought on “I can see for miles and miles

  • February 6, 2007 at 11:10 am

    I got bifoculs in third grade. Can you imagine? They were a very weak prescription and I had the invisible line thing, but still.

    I wore them with pride anyway (because my mom had me convinced it was okay/cool) and I was secretly thrilled when others in my class copied me and also got reddish lenses. In any case, I always wore them in class because they made me feel grown up and eventually my far sightedness corrected itself.

    Enjoy your glasses. I hope I’m lucky enough to find some frames soon that go as well with me as yours do with you…did that make sense?

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