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February 27, 2007
"Great. Do they come with Geritol?"
After putting it off for a while I broke down and made the appointment that I had been dreading: an eye exam.
I've been having problems off and on for a month or so and it reached the point where I needed to do something. The doctor was very pleasant and after a process much improved since my last one, circa 1989, he told me what I was dreading: "You need glasses."
Swell.
Looking at frames this morning was worthless as I was still suffering from having my eyes dialated. Taking Jack back today I stopped by and had another look only to find most of them to be less than appealing. Part of it is my stubbon pride having never needed them before, the other is to avoid looking like some sort of nit with something ugly.
Bah. I'm officially one step closer to old and busted. Hearing "it usually sets in during middle age" didn't help.
Posted by Jim at February 27, 2007 12:49 PM