It Could Happen To You

Until it happens to you.  We all think it's only for other people.  This will not happen to us.  Blah, blah, blah.  I hear them and their muted rants.  I hear their tones.  However, it will happen to all of us, if we are lucky enough.

Things seem to be in better focus all of a sudden.  It's a hard thing to get used to though, a new perspective.  You've been doing fine in this wonderful world all this time, and then it happens to you, yes you.  Although it's not a really bad thing, it's just a thing, a process (Hi Billy Crystal) and such.  

The fine print gets clearer and your mind gets a bit more fuzzy.  You know it's best for you and you subconsciously fight it.  

Embrace your eyeglasses!!  Your "readers" or your "progressives" like I just inherited (well, or coughed up a few hundred dollars for).  I had to get the good ones, I had to. 

The gal at the eye shop had stated to me on my way out the door..."Why aren't you wearing them?".  Yes, well why not, I replied.  I put them on and slithered out of the eyeglass section, the sunglasses section, and then the lobby.  All was fine until I stepped outdoors.  The sidewalk seemed to be a little higher than I remembered.  I did a quick pause as if I had hit an imaginary wall.  Woah!!  I said that out loud.  My prescription is for reading, semi close up and distance.  Distance is just a faint Rx, I think.  In the olden days (not long ago), there were bifocals, now they call them progressive lenses (if you can't see the line) distinguishing the two.  Let's just say I have sort of tri-focals.  I then gently pull them down on my nose and walk the 25 feet to my car.  Whew!!  Thankfully, I didn't fall.  I'm supposed to wear them a week straight to get used to them.  Goodness, it hasn't even been five minutes.  I get into my car and put them on.  I have a gander in the small mirror on the visor.  Okay, I like. I then look out the car window and things seemed to move and melt before my eyes.  Certain structures now appeared to resemble Gaudi type buildings, and my cell phone was now oval on the ends...or at least distorted.  This will take some getting used to I say.  I won't attempt driving today.  Not just yet.

If we  get old enough, my sister says (eye doctor), we will all need glasses.  So I embrace and accept that my 50 years of 20/16 vision has ended and ironically in 2016.  I was always very proud of my better than average vision.  My brother was also in the same category.  Wonder if he's there yet?  Great vision though was just one of my inherited genes, so I really shouldn't take credit for that.  It's like being tall, some people get lucky.