What's happening with my eyes?
"These are impossible to read," I said. "And why the hell are they blurry?"
The closer I got, the blurrier they looked. Then I started to back away.
"Wait a minute," I said. "Now I can see them." At that point I was standing about a foot and a half away.
"Try these," offered Maryellen.
She reached over and gave me her reading glasses to put on.
"HOLY S#&T!" I yelled.
It was like the clouds parted and the sun came out to reveal a perfectly gorgeous day, complete with fine details, letters and numbers that were absolutely in focus. I was shocked.
I need glasses, I thought to myself, absolutely dumbfounded after having lived most of my life with 20/20 vision.
When I was a kid, I longed for glasses, so much so that I attempted to cheat on my eye exam. He saw right through me.
So, after making this startling discovery, I ran out and bought myself a pair of reading glasses that I now use to read before going to bed at night. I naively thought that would be all I needed. I was wrong.
Driving to Edmonton and Calgary last week, I found myself straining to read the detail on signs off in the distance. Sitting in some training this week, I had to squint to make out the smaller words on the PowerPoint presentation. The full moon in the sky is no longer a crisp circle; it all of a sudden has very fuzzy edges.
I'll be seeing my first optometrist in over 40 years in a couple of weeks. I'm guessing that I am going to be told that I need to get some bi-focals. In some way, I'm looking forward to finally getting my wish to wear glasses. In another way, I'm feeling rather older than I was before.
On a positive note, I think I will look rather handsome with glasses on. At least, that's what I'll keep telling myself.