Last Thursday, I went in for my annual eye exam. (I’m blind as the proverbial bat, but I’ve always been correctable to 20/20, so it’s no big deal.)
The optometrist went through the usual regimen — I read from the eye chart, told him when horizontal and vertical lines met, caught fingers waggling at me in my peripheral vision, etc. I even had fancy-dancy pictures taken with some new scanning system that apparently indicated that I’m not currently experiencing even the beginning push of macular degeneration (yay!)
At the end of all that, the doc told me he wanted to put me into new contacts — greater comfort, less accumulation of deposits, etc. After confirming that the new lenses only cost a few bucks more than my old ones, I readily agreed. (I know how these things work — I understand that the doctor may well earn a higher percentage on the new lenses than he did on the old, and I get that detail-men push the new. But I figured, improvement is good.)
The new lenses are more comfortable — I don’t need to rinse them in the evening, as I often needed to do with my old ones. I’ll accept that they’re accumulating fewer deposits; they’ve only been in for four days.
But they are the wrong prescription.
Oh – my far-distance vision is sharper than it’s ever been before. This past weekend, when the sun was out nearly all day both days, I was astonished by the beauty of light passing through leaves on distant trees, a level of detail I haven’t made out in quite some time.
But my near-distance vision has become completely blurred. (I’ve gradually been moving into the realm of needing reading glasses; I have a couple of 1.0 pairs around the house, and one pair of 1.25.) I can no longer read the newspaper, no matter how far away I hold it. My laptop screen is blurred if my laptop is, um, on my lap. My desktop monitor is slightly blurred, when I sit at my standard distance. My knitting is completely out of focus.
I spent the weekend wearing readers, and I got by okay, with only a hint of a headache by the end of each day (which may or may not be from the lenses — I get a lot of headaches.) I called the doctor’s office this morning, and the receptionist says the doctor will call me back. In the meantime, I’m trying to convince myself that I am *rocking* these readers, and the librarian eyeglass thing is the look for me!
(And I hear about the Roman army checking soldiers’ vision by asking them to count the Pleiades, and I laugh. I could not make out the *moon* without corrective lenses!)
Mirrored from Mindy Klasky, Author.