Boy, it's been all doctors, all the time around here lately. My son has a sinus infection; my dog has an ear infection; my mom had surgery today on the arm she broke racing scooters with my kids. (Yeah, you read that right. Not a Rascal. A Razor. She's a cool nana. The surgery went fine and she is resting at home.)
I went to the eye doctor yesterday.
I don't like going to the eye doctor. I'm not big on people playing with my eyes. I don't like the drops or the little stick he uses to look under my eyelids or the camera with the pokey thing on the end that he sticks in my eyes to see if I have glaucoma (I don't). Mostly, I don't like the little chuckle he always gives me when I explain that there is something wrong with my current glasses. I keep cleaning and cleaning them and they don't get any clearer. He doesn't understand that the problem is the glasses. He insists that the issue is my eyes. Specifically, they are getting old.
You can see why I don't like going to the eye doctor.
This particular visit netted me a prescription for new (stronger) reading glasses. (We will not discuss the eye doctor's continuing insistence that I should be wearing glasses for distance as well, nor the additional prescription he forced on me for said glasses, as it will be joining its fellows from the last two visits in the pile on my desk.) The reading glasses I can live with. Mostly because, without them, I cannot read, use a computer, or knit, and without those activities, I would have far bigger problems than a need for glasses.
The new prescription means I get to order new glasses. I can't wear over-the-counter reading glasses. My eyes are vastly different in the amount of correction they require, and each eye has a different degree of astigmatism. Standard reading glasses make me feel seasick.
My current glasses look like this:
And they're fine. They help me see, and I enjoy that. But they're a little bland. So I ordered something different this time:
A little spicier, no? And since I spend a lot of time reading and knitting outside and always have to choose between reading glasses and sunglasses in those situations, I ordered them with lenses that automatically darken in the sun, like this:
I think they're kind of cute. Maybe even verging on stylish. Still, there's no getting around the fact that they're reading glasses. Sigh. Just call me "Granny." Minus the scooter.