Thursday, September 7, 2017

WATCH OUT FOR MY GLASSES

Has anybody seen my glasses?

I am scheduled to go to the opthamologist in November, and I know what he is going to say because it is the same thing he has said for two years: I need progressive lenses.

So far, I have managed to pass the eye test enough to be able to drive without glasses.  Still, I like +1.25 and +1.50 when I drive at night because the lights blur my clear vision enough that it bothers me.  I can still see, but it's a little wavy, and that makes me nervous.  I have since graduated to wearing them most of the time when I drive during the day, as well.

For reading I need about +2.50, but I buy +2.75.  My eyesight has worsened over the years, and it depresses me.  I used to be an eagle-eye; now I'm turning into a wishy-washy eye.  Years ago when I had foot surgery (and when +1.50 was all I needed for reading), I ordered six pairs of glasses to place strategically around the house.  Nothing was more depressing than hobbling at a snail's pace from one room to another only to realize that I had to hobble right back again and get my glasses.


While in North Carolina about a year ago, I was driving a rental car at night when I realized that I had on my reading glasses and not my driving glasses.  My driving glasses were back at the hotel.  So, my daughter and I hopped over the state line into South Carolina, found a Wal-Mart, and I bought myself +1.50 glasses.  Phew!  I could see again.

I spend my entire day, whether at work or at home or on the road, changing over one pair of glasses for another.  It's annoying, but it's very cost effective.  I buy my glasses on sale at Christmas Tree Shop, where I get three pairs for $12.  Recently, I had a coupon, so I actually got two pairs for free.

Today, though, as I sort and get ready for the new school year, I realize that I have enough +1.50 glasses to open my own store.  I guess I should've invested in more of a variety of my +2.75s.  Oh well.  I only have to pick some coordinating glasses to complement my ensemble, and life will be grand every single day.

Don't judge me.  I could be spending my money on worse things, like cigarettes or escorts for hire.  Instead, I am buying myself cheap-ass glasses that I will eventually recycle to others who may need them.  In the meantime, enjoy my glasses; I have about forty pairs of them, and I like wearing different styles just to screw with people's minds.