The Visionary

A couple months ago, I got my eyes examined by a new optometrist. I was pleasantly surprised to find a doctor that listened to everything I had to say about my eyesight.  He asked all right questions and gave me reassuring answers to the concerns that I had.  Well…they were all reassuring until we discussed why I was having trouble seeing things up close. 

The doctor was very tactful, but he basically told me that my eyesight was changing because I was getting older.  Great.  I’d been able to focus on anything as close as half-an-inch away from my nose for my entire life, and then all of a sudden I needed reading glasses. 

He must have noticed the chagrined look on my face because he suggested an alternative to what I thought of as “granny glasses.”  He could order the usual lens to correct the myopic vision for one eye.  Then he could order a lens to correct the hyperopic vision for my other eye.  All I had to do was look out of whichever eye I needed at the time. I had to think about that for  a minute or two.  (I also had to ask him what hyperopic meant.  I’d never been farsighted before so I had no idea.  Just in case you’ve never been nearsighted, that’s what myopic means.  I’ve known that one since grade school.)

I told my new optometrist that I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.  I kept visualizing myself driving down the road and getting something in my eye.  I worried that it would be so painful that I wouldn’t be able to keep my eye open. Then I wouldn’t be able to see the road with the way the other eye had been corrected. I explained that not being able to see while driving could end badly.

I’m pretty sure the doctor rolled his eyes as he gently asked me how often that happened.  I answered that I could only think of one time…when I was about eighteen.  Obviously it had made a huge impact on me. I simply couldn’t take the risk of that happening again. 

Getting used to carting a pair of “readers” along with me wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be.  It didn’t take long for the self-consciousness of pulling them out to read small print to wear off. Still, a part of me daydreamed about having not having to use them.  I wondered if the two very different lens for my eyes would actually be a good idea after all.

That was until I was driving home late this evening.  Something landed in my eye (I’m pretty sure it was a skyscraper) and I couldn’t keep it open for the life of me.  In fact, it was also a struggle to keep the other eye open. It seemed to want to close in sympathy. 

Somehow I managed to arrive home without crashing myself into a ditch.  As I  examined my poor eye in the mirror, I took a good look at my mascara and tear streaked face.  I couldn’t help but congratulate myself for having the foresight to trust myself.

I can hardly wait until my next eye exam. I’ve got a few things to talk to that optometrist about.

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19 Responses to The Visionary

  1. Katie says:

    Holy smokes! A true testament to the fact that we always should listen to ourselves first and others later. I’m sure you look fab in your “granny” glasses. My eyesight grows a little worse each year. I’m sure to have glasses soon if only I went to the eye doctor.

  2. Jennifer says:

    You’ve got to trust your gut! But I’m intrigued with those contacts. I’ll be asking that question next time I go to the optometrist. Thanks for sharing bits of your life. I love your “All About Us” page!

  3. LInda Baie says:

    I like that you feel satisfied. You really never know when that ‘skyscraper’ will appear, & I’m glad you’re okay. This line, “I explained that not being able to see while driving could end badly.” gave me a chuckle, but it is so true, too. FYI-I have glasses all over the house. The worst part of these eye changes is that my husband loses his constantly, so I’m now taking care of two people with glasses.

  4. Lynn says:

    I fought the “granny glasses” for years … but now they are hardly granny they are chic and adorable! Have fun with in them. . .I have one in almost every color.

  5. Meg says:

    Thank you for sharing. I cracked up as I read your post. And doctors think they know everything…. Good for you for sticking to your guns.

  6. Brenda Vanderloop says:

    Now you have an “eye fairy!” So much fun catching up at breakfast last week Suz. Keep those slices coming!

  7. This is great! Yes, we know ourselves best. What a great thing that you trusted your instincts.

  8. Sue Bickel says:

    I tried those lenses as a trial. The doctor kept saying my brain would adapt, however it didn’t! I couldn’t see well close or in the distance! Good call on your part. Loved the way you told your story.

    • Susan says:

      Huh…that’s really interesting to know. I get a little nauseous switching between my contacts and my glasses for some odd reason. Now I’m curious as to how I would do with those lenses.

  9. Mary says:

    A funny post. Like you I was forced into the use of readers a few years back. I eventually got tired of taking them off and putting them on throughout the day and opted for reader no line bi-focals. Now I’m thinking contacts.
    There certainly are a bunch of cute “readers” out there though!

  10. Hi Susan, Thank you so much for visiting me! I can definitely relate to the eye thing…my eyesight changed recently too and I am trying to live in denial about needing bifocals! Ha! Wishing you a wonderful week! Angie xo

  11. Pamela says:

    presbyopia or whatever it is called.