I have always had shocking eyesight.
I mean, I didn't have glasses for a good part of my childhood as I didn't realise that the world didn't look so fuzzy to the rest of you.
It was only because my baby brother blinked enough that my parents (mother) thought it warranted a trip to the big smoke that I ever stumbled upon the fact that I was severely short sighted.
(The big smoke in this instance being the nearby bigger town of my present. It's all relative.)
One of the "upsides" of myopia, I have been told by a reliable source on the internet, is that you can theoretically "improve" your eyesight with aging.
And in a way "they" are right, as I am currently doing this on my phone sans spectacles.
However the bar on non-blur options is non-existent currently. I blame it on the optometrist.
If I hadn't belatedly made an appointment with him, I would not have had an appointment with him where he would rouse on me for not seeing him sooner.
I should have noticed, he said, of how much my eyesight had deteriorated and come sooner.
But how can you see how bad it's getting when it's always been crap?
I have mulifocals because I am blessed with both requiring assistance in making out the horizon (let alone individual facial features) AND the newer best feature of age-induced requirement for reading glasses - and I had attributed any blurriness to them being FILTHY or maybe me using them wrong (imposter syndrome on an ocular level).
I thought it very funny how I could see double when covering one eye.
Apparently, that Super-Power is called "cataracts".
It was then decreed that my eyesight needs to level up, and thus to another eye quack with an extra syllable.
(Part 2 to come..)
I see an ophthalmologist once a year because of a medication I take. I'm glad, though, since I'm also able to monitor all those other potential eye conditions. I didn't know that about cataracts and seeing double!
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing QUITE LIKE sitting in the opthamologist's waiting room and seeing all the OTHER potential risks for your eyes, I will give you that.
ReplyDeleteOh boy. Cataracts. My first thought? 'Good gravy...it is official. I am old.' The fact that you are dealing with this in your fifties is comforting. Maybe I am not old after all.
ReplyDeleteI have been told that the gorgeous sunshine that we are so blessed with may be a factor in hurrying it along.
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