Something Amiss
Books and eyes are a good combination. If you read with your fingers, those are your eyes. For me, those little orbs on my face are what I use. Picked up a book to read not so long ago. May sound a bit silly, but reading a book is a special treat for me – it’s also painful.
I’ve always been a bit cross-eyed, literally. In early 2019, just before Covid took center stage, my vision began to get a little blurrier, a bit milky. Yep, cataracts coming on. Honestly, I was happy to have survived long enough to go through cataracts. At the same time, always been a stickler for seeing clearly. Something had to be done.
Cataract surgery was scheduled. At the same time, the optometrist I had been seeing for twenty-five plus years was retiring. Always a bad sign when you outlive your doctor. As a result, after both eyes were done, I began the search for a new eye doctor.
Since eleven years old, I’ve had more pair of eyeglasses than Helen Keller could have ever hoped for. There were bifocals, a few trifocals and, oh yes, the prisms.
Prisms have been my friend for many years. As it goes, I was born premature and, among other things, seeing double follows us preemies around. Can’t say as I complained about double vision, just thought I couldn’t see straight. Tough time keeping the books and eyes in the same room.
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