Life, With Glasses
It started with a button.
A button that needed to be reattached to shorts. I don't recall whose shorts they were (but they were probably mine).
Threading the needle was the issue: holding the needle and thread (cue the Richard Thompson song here!) close enough to see the hole in the needle made it all fuzzy, and holding them far enough away so they were in focus, well, they were too far away to resolve. Crap.
Fast forward... A few months ago, picking up a prescription at the drugstore. Waiting, waiting, looking at the "reading glasses" near the pharmacy.
What do you know (trying on a pair) - I've got fingerprints! (Crap, again.)
A visit to a highly-recommended optometrist was scheduled. I wasn't nervous, really; I knew there was an issue here and that glasses were the solution. How the issue would be resolved was still up in the air.
She (the optometrist) performed a number of tests, noting that there was nothing out of the ordinary with my eyes, and that there was nothing that needed further scrutiny. After forty-five years, though, they aren't quite as flexible as they used to be. The left eye's in need of a bit more correction than the right, which explains my late-night-reading habit of closing one eye to read. (Ahem.) The most gratifying part of the examination came at the end, when she mocked up what the prescription would do for me: an amazing difference in reading the eyechart with and without the lenses.
I've had them for a couple of weeks, now, using them for reading and for working on the computer (which, given my profession, means I'm wearing them quite a bit every day). They have made a positive difference: type, whether on a computer or the written page, is sharper. Small type, especially, is easier to read.
It's one more thing to remember (the keys, the phone, the wallet, the glasses), but it's just as important as the others.
A button that needed to be reattached to shorts. I don't recall whose shorts they were (but they were probably mine).
Threading the needle was the issue: holding the needle and thread (cue the Richard Thompson song here!) close enough to see the hole in the needle made it all fuzzy, and holding them far enough away so they were in focus, well, they were too far away to resolve. Crap.
Fast forward... A few months ago, picking up a prescription at the drugstore. Waiting, waiting, looking at the "reading glasses" near the pharmacy.
What do you know (trying on a pair) - I've got fingerprints! (Crap, again.)
A visit to a highly-recommended optometrist was scheduled. I wasn't nervous, really; I knew there was an issue here and that glasses were the solution. How the issue would be resolved was still up in the air.
She (the optometrist) performed a number of tests, noting that there was nothing out of the ordinary with my eyes, and that there was nothing that needed further scrutiny. After forty-five years, though, they aren't quite as flexible as they used to be. The left eye's in need of a bit more correction than the right, which explains my late-night-reading habit of closing one eye to read. (Ahem.) The most gratifying part of the examination came at the end, when she mocked up what the prescription would do for me: an amazing difference in reading the eyechart with and without the lenses.
I've had them for a couple of weeks, now, using them for reading and for working on the computer (which, given my profession, means I'm wearing them quite a bit every day). They have made a positive difference: type, whether on a computer or the written page, is sharper. Small type, especially, is easier to read.
It's one more thing to remember (the keys, the phone, the wallet, the glasses), but it's just as important as the others.
posted by Stephen Spencer at 11:39 PM
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