Getting old

It's hell to get old, really. Okay, maybe I'm not eighty and barely able to walk, but I am in my forty's and losing my eyesight. I have worn glasses since seventh grade. Luckily, my eyes were never that bad, I didn't need coke bottle bottoms perched on my nose to see the blackboard. When I turned sixteen, I was able to pass the eye exam part of the driver's test without my glasses. But in the thirty years since, my eyes have slowly deteriorated. I find myself getting a stronger prescription everytime I go to the eye doctors. It's normal, he reassures me, just the aging process of the eyes. But, now I've hit big time, READING GLASSES!!!

I find it funny that when my distance vision is corrected, I need reading glasses to see close up. Oh it's not that bad yet. I can read most things, menus in restuarants don't thwart me yet. Newspaper and magazines can be read, but when I need to read a medicine bottle or the fine print in a magazine, I reach for my reading glasses.

If do not have in contacts for distance, I can read just fine. But I find myself squinting at other things. For example, if I try to do anything on the computer without contacts, my nose must be six inches or less from the screen to see it.

I am up this morning, coffe in one hand and dana in the other. If I sit at a confortable position to type, I can't read the screen. Mistakes abound!

If I hunch over to read what I am writing, by back hurts and my fingers hit my nose.

Oh, but the fredom of going without contacts. I feel I am naked in the wind.

Is laser surgery in my future?