Bifocal Man

So. I’ve finally reached that point that I got a pair of bifocals. Mind you I did not intentionally buy them. I went for my annual checkup and saw a new optometrist in the practice I usually go to. He did the usual flip this lens to that lens. Is this good or is this one better. After a series of yes’ and no’s we settled on the right ones and I was checked for contacts, I hope. They’re my main reason for going anyway. I just asked for measurements for glasses because I had not bought a pair since 1992. I don’t wear them very often anyway, because I love my contacts. I got the newest, latest style this time, which are the narrow kind as opposed to the big rounder looking lenses. Today I was told my old ones wereGlasses New Mine back in style. Go figure.

Anyway, I was not told the prescription was for bifocals. I tell you that as fact. I do have bad hearing, but aside, I do not remember being specifically told I was given a prescription for bifocals.

So off to the Sears Optical Shop and I handed my prescription to the optician and he said nothing about it. I picked out some frames I wanted as you see in the picture and they were off to be made just for me.

Two weeks later I go back, and as usual I’m not in a mood to take my contacts out to fit the glasses. The optician did fit the frames to my face, but I said if they don’t help me see right I’ll be back. So off we go because we had to stop and exchange an internet modem/wireless router and a trip to Sam’s and get home.

Well, we had to get our internet back up after we ate and I go off to the office and set it up and get the laptops and phones back online and proceed on down to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I do my ritual of removing contacts and putting on glasses for the night. Weeelll, when I put on the new glasses I looked down and got dizzy immediately. Wow!

My little girls looked up at me, but to me they were a total blur. I looked up and could plainly see. Then it hit me. They’re bifocals. I looked down at my hands up close and I could see my hands in the bottom part of my glasses. YES! They are bifocals. I take my girls outside before bed a that moment and almost trip down the steps. I can’t see them when looking down. My, is this going to be a challenge.

When I come back in I ask Libby if she heard myself or anyone in the doctor’s office speak of me getting bifocals. No, was the answer. Libby informed then she had been wearing bifocals for years and I’d get used to them. Another new thing I now know about Libby. I did not know her glasses were bifocals. GEEZ!! We’re both officially old people!

I guess I’ll do just that. Get used to them. Hopefully, eventually I’ll get to like them. Another hurdle to overcome. It’s either that or wear contacts 100% of the time. No glasses. That I can’t do since my unassisted vision is 20/400.

I’m good. Time is on my side. Now back to solving the world’s problems. HA!

About Jim

I'm a 68 yr old guy, who had worked in Naval Hospital Camp Lejeune for 28 yrs and now retired as of 31 Dec 16. I've worked in medical records, Health Benefits Department, Billing, the IT department and retired as the Personnel Security Manager for the hospital. I'm a musician and Corvette enthusiast. Yes I have one. I'm also searching for a fresh new outlook on life with new spiritual insight among other things. I was ordained a minister on 20190202. I've found that with the unconditional love of my companion, Libby Rowe life is complete through God. She's a beautiful, vibrant, giving woman who gives her all in everything she puts her mind to do. She and I married 24 July 2015. She has a blog to called Under a Carolina Moon. Give it a visit.
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