Look into my eyes...
What's another word for "waterfall"?
I am 76. I don’t say this as something I’m proud of, but as background for this little story.
I’ve been having trouble seeing well when I drive at night. (Don’t call me for a lift anytime after dark.) I’ve never liked driving at night, but in recent months I’ve noticed I simply can’t see well in the dark behind the wheel. It’s fuzzy out there. I also began to notice that, in daylight, I can’t see things in the distance as well as I used to. I’ve always had very good vision. Now, that seems to have changed.
All sort of hypochondriacal scenarios began coursing through my imagination. I’m going blind!
I went to a place called Vision Source. They checked me out and told me I needed glasses.
I went to Costco and ordered a pair. When they came a week or so later, I put them on. Everything went blurry.
“You have to give your eyes time to adjust,” the Costco guy said.
They never did.
I returned the glasses, and while I was there, I went to the eye exam section at Costco. (I didn’t trust Vision Source at that point.) The doctor gave me a bunch of tests, left the room to look at the results, and, a few minute later, came back.
“You’re a mess,” he said.
Bedside manner score: 0 out of 10.
“Why?” I queried.
“You have cataracts.”
“Really? In both eyes?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm. Well, I guess glasses aren’t the solution.”
“No.”
“And I guess I’ll have to have an operation.”
“Yes.”
“But from all I’ve heard, it’s a simple one.”
“Twenty minutes,” he said.
So, I made an appointment with an optometrist a friend recommended.
Sometime in January I will probably be posting a photo of me wearing those classic wraparounds.
My insurance will cover this. (Please.)
Friends I’ve spoken to about this tell me that it’s amazing how well you can see after it’s done.
Cataracts.
Isn’t that something old people get?