I’m struggling a bit tonight with the reality of getting older. In the last week or so, it’s become apparent to me I might need an eye test, and possibly glasses. I’ve always had near perfect vision. Actually, quite exceptional vision. But in the last few months I’ve noticed a decline. Everything has become a little blurry. And when I receive a text message I need to hold the phone that little bit further away to read it. And I’m finding it increasingly difficult to read under poor light in bed at night.
I made the decision last weekend that I would go for a test, but tonight I was shown dramatically how much I really need to do something about this.
It was my usual Wednesday night at the pub. The most significant topic for conversation was the death of Graeme’s mum, for which he travelled to Adelaide last week for the funeral. On a more trivial level, I also mentioned my apparently declining eyesight. As Graeme pulled out his glasses (mostly for reading), I asked if I could try them on. And as soon as I did, I noticed suddenly that everything in the short-distance (about two feet) became clear. Graeme’s face was clear. Whereas John who was about four feet away was quite blurry.
I hope this information will be enough to enable a quick diagnosis. And I suspect the diagnosis will be that I need reading glasses. Although I’ve got private health insurance with NIB, I’ve never claimed anything. So I asked Graeme and John for some advice about what I need to do. Basically, they suggested use Medicare for an eye test, and the NIB for the glasses. As I’m not especially fashionable, I’m not looking for top-range specs, but I am looking for something physically attractice. I don’t want to look like a dork, of course.
I don’t think Graeme’s glasses particularly suited my face, so I’m on the look out for suggestions from you, dear reader. I want to look smart, but I’m not so vain that my life depends upon it. And given my propensity to lose things, I’m also not wanting to spend too much money. Hopefully, the NIB will cover everything.
You have any comments/suggestions? I don’t often ask for advice here, but this time I am as this is new and scarey territory I’m entering…
PS… I’m reminded of the line from Ronda in Muriel’s Wedding when she is diagnosed with cancer… “.I mean, it’s nothing to do with too much sex is it?” I wish!
Leave a Reply to CellobellaCancel reply