Ugh...... I have been putting off going back to the eye doctor since I lost my last pair of glasses 3 years ago. I decided I should go back when I kept getting headaches besides I had flex money that needed to be spent anyway. So I made the appointment and after 45 minutes of pictures and flashing lights and read this line and look at this dot, I walked out with my prescription for bifocals. :(
How did I get to 42 without even realizing it? What happened to 32 and 38 and all those other years in-between. It seems like, at the very least, someone could have thrown my youth a farewell party or something to commemorate the event.
Evidently, having a younger boyfriend hasn't slowed the progression any either.
It's all very sad. I guess I will just have to resign myself to accepting what is, undoubtedly, still to come.... hearing aids, prune juice, orthopedic shoes, and medicare. *sigh
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