I can see again…

5 minutes

Friends,

Once a year I go to my one doctor appointment that I never miss. Without fail- every 365 days, I am happily sitting in the chair for my exam.

The eye doctor.

Now, my joy over getting air blown into my eye at the rate of a runaway train may seem a little much. Espically considering that I hate doctors, and unless something is hanging on by a tendon- I won’t go. But the eye doctor is different.

He’s the cool kind of doctor.

30 plus years

I’m not sure how long I have been wearing glasses. Long before Billy Bowerman invited me to his high school dance, and my mom wouldn’t let me wear them. At the time, I didn’t care because I had a huge crush on Billy Bowerman, but I quickly realized that without my glasses, he looked like every other teenager in a suit through my murky eyes.

I ended up dancing with someone else, and Billy Bowerman side-lined me to the ‘friend zone.’

That one still stings a little.

I also remember the first time I was able to buy my own glasses. No parents to tell me what they liked, no military-issued BCGs. It was all me. The sky was the limit on choices, and I spent an hour picking out my frames. They were a pair of reddish-brown squarish frames that fit my face and made me feel like a school librarian.

At only $9.00 for the frames, they fit my measly E-3 paycheck and were done in an hour.

Blades of grass

For those of you who don’t wear glasses, the best way to explain it is that after I get a fresh pair of glasses- I can see everything! Every blade of grass, every crack in the road, every stroke of spray paint on the side of an abandoned building.

It’s a superpower, really.

On the other hand, I can see every gray hair, new wrinkle, and the pile of dust that has collected on my bookshelves—but let’s not focus on the negative.

Exceptions to the rule

This appointment was a little different—a little damper on my favorite day of the year. No, my eyes didn’t get worse. On the contrary, they have been improving for the last three years. I chalk it up to eating carrots for lunch every day, but honestly, it is just one of those things. No one knows why.

No, this year, I got the dreaded news that no one who wears glasses wants to hear.

I need bifocals. My eyes have improved so much that I need to take them off when I am reading, at the computer, or doing art projects. Inconvenient if you ask me because I’m always forgetting where I set them down.

Since carrying around two pairs of glasses is not an option, my only avenue is to get bifocals.

Thankfully, the days of the thick line etched into glasses are gone. No longer are people walking around with wonky eyes that look like a circus act. They have progressive bifocals now—a seamless transition to being able to see distance and up close.

Perfect for a person who rides a motorcycle.

What did I do?

Did I get them?

No!

I got another year in me to ignore the fact that I am getting old. Because, let’s admit it, the moment you get bifocals, you might as well start planning out the distribution of your worldly goods. Bifocals mean it’s time to start thinking about retirement homes, what kind of tennis balls you want for your walker, and new mattresses that helps you get out of bed every morning.

No offense to anyone who wears bifocals. I think yours are cute.

But my overactive imagination has already created the picture of my license being revoked and me having to sell my Harley.

I may never be able to read again. Oh, the horrors!

Final thoughts

I’m not mad at the doc. I mean, he’s just looking out for my well-being.

I’m just sad that I now have to find a new doctor who doesn’t have three years’ worth of notes about my eye progression.

I ended up finding the perfect pair of glasses. And I love the ladies who work at the clinic because they love to gossip and laugh. So, it turned out to be an okay day if I ignored the fact that my doctor called me old.

Rude.

I actually bought two pairs of glasses. I found the $9.00 pair, and of course, I had to get them. They remind me of my 20s, when my knees didn’t hurt, staying up until 3 am didn’t take two days to recover from, and my arm fat didn’t jiggle.

You know- back when I was young.

Until tomorrow, my friends- Keep Reading and Stay Caffeinated.

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