Last month Paul and I went to the ophthalmologist for in depth eye exams. Since we’ve lived here we have only had optometrists check our eyes, and that’s been almost seven years. So off we went – to find out Paul needed a stronger prescription and I don’t need glasses any more, except for reading. I almost didn’t believe him when he told me, but then when we got home I took them off and realized it was the truth.
So forty years of glasses and contact lenses are OVER! I had a bit of a spree picking out cheaters at Sanborns and a pair of sunglasses, too!
I remembered during all this that my dad’s eyes also improved in middle age after wearing glasses most of his life. Now my only problem is that I can no longer hide my droopy eyelids behind my glasses, but I have to say I just don’t care. Maybe getting old isn’t so bad.