I had been saying for quite some time that I needed to get some new eyeglasses. The last time I had my eyes examined, (yes I said my eyes not my head), was nine years ago. I remember exactly because the day before Jackie and I married, my friend Judy took me to Evansville to one of those
stores which cater to the economically minded. I not only received an eye exam but two complete pair of glasses in just over an hour, which gave us just enough time to go have lunch. Much has changed since that day, particularly my vision and while it was abundantly clear that my corrective vision need to be corrected, I always had some excuse for not getting to the eye doctor. However the day we were driving down the road and I mistook a mailbox for a cow, Mr. Steward told me I had come up with my last excuse.
So last month I made myself an appointment with the optometrist in town. The glasses I had were for distance only and I had been for sometime been using cheaters for reading. Since I found it rather inconvenient using two pair of glasses I had decided in advance of my appointment that I would try bifocals. Everything went well at my appointment. My eyes were examined, measured, checked for glaucoma and dilated and lastly I was escorted to the frame area where with Jackie's assistance, I chose a new pair of frames which were of course measured to fit my rather small head. There were many things different about this exam from that of my last, however to me the most notable was that I would have to wait about a week for my new glasses.
I put the time waiting for my new glasses to good use, wondering just how poor my vision had gotten and how much better would I be able to see. My chief complaint had been that I was unable to read the programming guide on the television with any degree of accuracy but what if there were other things I was not seeing with complete clarity? Would I to my dismay find wrinkles on my face that I had be happily oblivious to? Would I look around the house and find dust and cobwebs that I had no idea existed? Would I recognize Jackie? Oh my, the possibilities were endless.
One week to the day the office called and said my glasses were in. I wasted no time rounding up Jackie so we could head to town, pick up my new glasses and answer all the questions I had about my new vision. I am happy to report that I have not been shocked by anything I have seen and have been delighted by what I can see. On the other hand, I have not fared so well with the bifocals; seems I can't read with them. It's not that I can't transition but rather it's like I can't make my eyeballs go down far enough to use that part of the glasses. They have adjusted them once and then Jackie adjusted them for me a second time. Something still isn't right.
I have been investigating those online sites where you can order glasses by choosing a frame and entering your prescription. It is totally amazing as you upload your picture and you can try on frames until you find the one you want and the pricing is great. So with that said, I am going to get my prescription and try ordering a pair of single lens glasses, both for distance and reading, and I will let you know how that works out. But in the meantime the good news is I am no longer mistaking mailboxes for cows!
Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your loved ones safe.