Eye, Eye, Eye....
Ugggh.
I just couldn't put it off any longer.
Our safety on the long road trip to Orlando was at stake.
I finally gave in and had my stupid eyes checked.
Ugggh. The verdict is in.
It's
glasses for Kathy!
Yes, my eyes must have noticed that the rest of my body was, uh, shall we say,
maturing, and they decided that they'd better jump on the bandwagon and begin aging along with the rest of me.
I'm 43 and I've never been to an opthamologist in my entire life. I never needed glasses before...always passed those eye chart exams the school nurse gave... Hey, if it ain't broke....
Well, over the past year I've noticed that I can't read the highway signs until they are just about on top of me and that everything seemed just a teeny bit blurry when I drove at night. Since I'm going to have to spell Ed when driving to Florida, and since some of that driving will be done at night, I finally bit the bullet and scheduled an eye examination.
The opthamologist couldn't help but laugh at me.
"Well, Mrs. K., I'm surprised it took you this long to come and see me," he chuckled. "Your vision is 20/150!"
"Aha," I nodded, "so it appears that my sneaking suspicions were correct."
Rats. Glasses.
What's next, a hearing aid and a walker? Sigh.
Okay, Okay. So I'm being dramatic. So it's really not so bad. I just need them for driving, and probably just at night, anyway.
But still. It's just one more sign that time is marching on.
And it's marching all over my body!!
"See" 'ya later....
Kathy