Sunday, January 13, 2013
"Generals gathered in their masses-
Ozzy Osbourne never sang that, but I just did. I got glasses. I had to get glasses, My eyes were getting bad.
I've always had good eyesight. Like, eagle eye, fighter pilot, astronaut kind of eyesight. Most everyone goes through the nearsighted phase, the cheaters at 40 phase, and I did as well. But I never figured I would need glasses. Well, my last road trip down to Indiana convinced me to get some glasses. Road signs were getting blurry, even from a short distance.
So, off to the eye doctor. He had read the chart, and no, I had no problem reading the tiniest line. But then he had me use just one eye, and when I covered my left and used my right... Holy Cow! I couldn't even read the third line of five! All this time, my miraculously complex visual cortex had been compensating. I guess that's why it occupies nearly a third of your brain, to do all that fantastic visual magic that allows to see the world seamlessly.
So, $435!!!! dollars later, I got glasses. Now I look like a grandpa. It's strange and takes some getting used to. Like living in a fishbowl. I actually felt a little queasy for a bit. And I can't wear my glasses too close to my face, because my lovely long lashes brush up against the lenses. And I'm obviously a vain person, because I seem to be the only that notices I have glasses now.
On the plus side, I can see again. I'm back to my old driving habit of driving a mile ahead of me (because now I can see a mile ahead of me), and I am surprised at how closed in my world had gotten.
Wow. Next stop, cataract surgery, I guess. In about thirty years.