Crap! My Eyes Are on Track for Aging. . .


I joke about getting older, becoming the crazy old cat lady but I still can’t accept nor believe that I am getting wait to close to 40. I joke about getting fatter, tripping over myself and still giggle when someone either farts or makes fart jokes. See, I can’t be old.

But then I just had to go to the eye doctor. The one doctor’s appointment that never costs me an arm and a leg AND I only have to visit with every two years. I feel like I have a close relationship with my OBGYN and dentist. At least that is what it looks like between the visits and the money spent. But I can always count on my visit to the eye doctor to produce a new script for my glasses and a new pair of frames.

After the poor customer service at the office where I had originally scheduled my appointment today but they somehow wiped from their schedule (oh and “we can’t possibly work you in, you will just have to reschedule…) I made a few phone calls. On the fourth call I got a nice lady who said they could take me. After getting a bit turned around in Hixson (seriously, I give up trying to find anything around here and I grew up here) I made it to my appointment.

The doctor was very kind, funny and made me laugh while he was shooting air into my eyes. Then the part that I always dread. Reading the letters and then saying which option is better. I am always so nervous about this because I worry I will get the answer wrong. And logically I know that there is no right or wrong answer but still. After the test was over he told me the results.

My right eye has corrected itself a bit. My astigmatisms are still there in both eyes (one of the main reasons why I stopped wearing contacts, when they are as big as your eyeball, just forget about it) but yay (!) my right eye actually got better. Wow, super proud of that, how bout them apples?! Oh wait, what? I am on track for either “readers” or bifocals???? Neat factoid, apparently those who are considered nearsighted see their eyes correct themselves somewhat before deciding to get all wonky again. Around the age of 40-42, you will end up needing a little extra help. For those that are farsighted, same goes for you except your eyes will start to go downhill between the ages of 38-40.

I actually had to make him repeat this tidbit because there is no way that I could need bifocals for quite some time. That is for older people, people getting close to retiring. I am in no way, shape or form anywhere close to retiring.

And then he dilated my eyes. . . I think the best part was driving over a dam and then 153 on my way home with my glasses, sunglasses and the little insert to make your glasses a bit darker on, I was a sight to behold. But I stayed in between the lines and did not hurt anyone.

Now if you will excuse me I need to go take my Metamucil, put my Ben Gay and take an antacid. . .please, me old. . . I so don’t think so.

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What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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