Wow, blogosphere, it's been a minute. Happy new year.
"Change" arrived in a big way last week, and I'm not just talking about Socialism. I finally got around to getting myself fitted for glasses. This is a big deal for me... Sometime in the late 1990's, I developed a
severe (and completely irrational) fear of anything remotely related to hospitals and medical offices. I have no idea why it happened or what brought it on, but as a result, I've avoided doctors of every variety for well over a decade. But in the last 3 weeks, I've forced myself to make it through 2 painful dental visits and an eye exam. That's change you can count on.
I don't really "need" glasses. Technically, I should wear them because my left eye is bad, but my right eye compensates for it so well that, for all practical purposes, my vision is perfect (I can read the smallest line on the eye chart with no problem). So needless to say, I was rather irked to find out that the glasses actually make me see worse. I'm told I need to let my eyes "adjust." That seems completely backwards to me, like breaking my legs so they can fit into crutches.