A couple of eye tests ago I was given a prescription for a pair of mild reading glasses, for mild reading obviously.
My long sight was, and indeed is, excellent. 20:10 in fact. Apparently that’s even better than 20:20. So that’s good.
Unfortunately though my near sight is struggling a wee bit these days.
Seemingly one’s eye muscles get less elastic as we get older and their ability to adjust to both long and short distances reduces throughout our middle years.
My most recent eye test, just a couple of weeks ago, gave me the all clear when it came to serious eye maladies, which with our family eye history, is a big plus.
My long sight continues to be excellent, yay! And my reading prescription remains mild, albeit slightly less mild than last time.
However, despite the good results, I’m actually finding the daily reality is somewhat different.
Instead of going to the supermarket and casually browsing the shelves, occasionally glancing down lists of ingredients for detailed contents, I now stand squinting at products held at arms length, trying to find the brightest light in the place to read by, or asking one of the boys to read it all for me.
I’ve been doing a fair amount of close work recently, mostly at the end of the day when meals are finished and other distractions have fizzled out and I’ve noticed as the evening wears on the need for glasses increases considerably.
Of course I don’t sit quietly and demurely doing needlepoint (or whatever), like someone from Pride and Prejudice. No, I like watching TV as I work, especially crime dramas. Poirot and I are like this (imagine crossed fingers).
The problem with this combination of police sirens across the room and petit point (or whatever) an inch from my face is the constant on off on off glasses thing when swapping from one to the other. Either that or attempting to balance them precariously on the end of my nose while looking over them to find out if the butler did it after all.
One hot flush and the specs will slip off and crash onto the table top in front of me.
For long term glasses wearers this must all seem like the norm and not a big deal at all, but for a novice it is a real pain.
So yesterday I wondered whether maybe bifocals might be the answer.
I needed to go to the post office with some parcels and so on the way back I did a bit of a spectacles reccy.
Turns out it’s quite hard to find over the counter reading bifocals. Not unless you fancy spending big bucks anyway.
And then in a charity shop I spotted a rack of reduced, new, ready to wear reading glasses with narrow lenses. Ideal for looking over the top of and possibly a viable alternative to actual bifocal lenses.
And so I came home with a rather elegant pair of black rimmed narrow lens glasses, perfect for my evening’s entertainment combination.
That was £2.99 well spent I thought.
I suppose I’ll gradually get used to relying on glasses and the on off thing will become second nature to me. But for now, if I forget to take my snazzy black rimmed high quality eye gear with me, I should always make sure to take a highly trained small print reader along with me to the supermarket.
They also usefully double as a heavy bag carrier. You should get one. Or two even.