I am working on getting used to contacts. Since my old eyes are blurry as they strive to adapt to focusing on one or the other contact (depending upon if I'm looking close or far), I am being less productive this week at work.
And I finally realize how very lucky I was to never need glasses for 40+ years. Although medical science can do some amazing things, the bandages that they use to make up for our body's failings (hearing aids, glasses, dentures, etc.) are never as good as what Mother Nature gave us in the first place.
But I am grateful for those bandages...at least I'm not consigned to being blind forever! But I can't wait for my size 2 resurrected body!
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You are definitely blessed to have reached our age without eye assistance. I got my first pair of glasses (read: coke bottle bottom lenses in cat-eye shaped blue frames; adorable now on little girls, over the top geeky back then) when I was in kindergarten.
They were replaced each year with an equally odd assortment of glasses (except for the occasional broken frame, which required immediate, costly, unplanned replacement of said broken frames-- not a good thing). By junior high, the long-promised offer of contacts was withdrawn (you have astigmatism, silly, contacts just won't work for you) and in a fit of independent rage, I neatly folded up my glasses (read: huge tortoise shell frames, so completely in fashion at the eyeglass store of the early '70s) and placed them in their eyeglass case in my dresser drawer, never to be worn again.
It wasn't until my mid-40's that I realized I wasn't seeing as well as others around me (read: items that appeared to me to be mere thick lines on business signs were in reality lines of not-so-small text). When I realized I could no longer determine the speed limit on a speed limit sign until the hood of my car was passing the sign, I visited the eye doctor who gave me the option to wear contacts--one for distance, one for up close sight. It worked for the first year, and worked sort of for the second year, but then I learned I was an excellent candidate for bifocals (read: the glasses of old people). It's taken me three years to get accustomed to the bifocals, but now, I'm starting to like them and the frame I picked out for them (read: olive drab green cat-eye shaped frames...)
Clearly another example of the circle of life.
So I'm sitting with a buddy of mine at a sixth grade dance and the girls are on one side of the gym and the guys are on the other side, and me and this buddy are goofing around and I "borrow" his glasses to look into, and powie! The whole world came into sharp detail, and I wondered that the world looked this good! (Even the girls!)
I went home that afternoon and told mom that I needed to get to Standard Optical and get glasses! Sixth grade!
I'm glad for the bandages too! But I'm with you about the resurrected perfected body! But what's a size 2? LOL
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