Monday, January 24, 2011

The Eyes Have It

Not to turn this into the "John goes to the Doctor" blog, but I went to see an optometrist today, which I probably would not have done if the little one hadn't broken my glasses.

And that's another subject. I first got glasses when I was in junior high, though I really wanted them when I was much younger, just because my parents both wore glasses. So when I went in for the kindergarten screening, I intentionally failed a test in the hopes of getting glasses. I was not, however, as clever as I'd hoped, because I failed the wrong test. They thought my ability to process what I saw was what was screwed up.

So I didn't get glasses at age 5, but did get them 8 or 9 years later when I started developing headaches from reading, which was problematic since I read a lot. It turned out that one of my eyes was far-sighted and the other was near-sighted, so the two didn't play well together and I got headaches. Glasses for me.

By then, naturally, I was not so keen on having glasses, so either in my freshman year of high school, I tried contacts, but I always hated how they felt on my eyes and just couldn't get used to them--glasses for me!

I've always had a fairly weak prescription. In fact, I've never been legally required to wear glasses when I drive, as I've always managed to pass the vision test (there was a time or two when I wondered if they actually checked the letters I was saying or if they just assumed if you could see anything that looked like a name-able letter, then you were good to go). 

Over the years, I've had different styles of frames, and for a while even a different style of lens: the wildly un-stylish "transition" lenses that my friends jokingly referred to as "amber vision." In any case, I've had glasses now for longer than I haven't had glasses, including all of my adult and most of my adolescent life.

And now, I don't. The last time I went to an optometrist, four and a half years ago, I was told that my eyes had gotten themselves more or less back to 20-20, though I had astigmatisms in both eyes that would cause details to be just a bit blurry (and it wouldn't matter whether things were near or far, it would still be true). This time around, the eye doctor told me that one eye was a little less than perfect, though my two eyes together can manage "better than perfect" vision. I do still have astigmatisms, but if they don't really bother me (I've gone almost a week without glasses), then he's doesn't see why I need glasses. No more glasses for me!

But really, it's rather strange. I mean, I feel like I've always had glasses. Every picture depicts me with glasses. They're virtually a part of me, or so it seemed. Ah well: I'm sure I'll need glasses again soon enough, in the grand scheme of things!


  1. I can't imagine you without glasses!!!!!

  2. Thea--Junior optometrist! You'll look back and realize she recognized her true calling early in life.

    I'll let Bill know that you were once a member of the one near and one far club.

  3. Nice! I had lasik years ago and ended up back in glasses (though much thinner lenses).

  4. Just wait you'll need glasses to read before long. It one of the curses of getting older.

  5. The glassless society. Enjoy it while your eyes are able to cope. Unfortunately, Helen Lynn is right--eventually, reading glasses become a must. But not for many years, I hope.