My eyes! My eyes!

Actually, this post really is about my eyes. When I was little, I used to want glasses so badly I almost faked my way into a pair by deliberately failing vision tests. They caught on at some point, though. After I got through that phase, I was really proud of my 20/10 vision, and the fact that I could read highway signs from really far away. For whatever reason, it became a point of pride for me, which I realize is slightly ridiculous — but there it is.

Two years ago I started to notice that my left eye wasn’t working right. It was giving me a headache, and it didn’t seem willing to focus in tandem with my right eye. The first time I realized this I thought I’d slept on the eye funny — you know how it is when you wake up and one eye is all out of focus? Like that. But after a few months I had to admit that this was not the case. I made an appointment with the optometrist and went in, stomach all aflutter. (See, I had managed to convince myself that the vision failure was due to a brain tumor.)

As it turns out, it was only a minor vision change. I figured they were going to tell me that my left eye was horribly different from my right, but I think the prescription ended up being only slightly stronger than reading glasses from Target. I picked some cute frames and went on my way, less headachey but a little freaked out by seeing the frames every time I looked at anything. I actually still feel that way about them, almost two years later. I get tunnel vision and kind of act like I’m wearing sunglasses or something.

But now I’ve noticed that both eyes seem to be going downhill. I should have known this was coming; both my parents had atrocious vision. My mom had bifocals or trifocals, possibly; my dad is legally blind without his glasses, or ought to be. But it’s still unnerving. I sit on the couch and I can’t really read the cable TV guide — the letters all blur and I find myself squinting at it. Same with book titles on the bookshelf. And they’re only ten feet away from me. When I read a book, I squint. And it doesn’t help that much.

I think part of the reason it freaks me out so much is it’s really the first truly noticeable sign for me that I’m getting older. I wonder what kind of prescription I’ll get this time? Will the change be as big as I perceive it to be, or will it be just another tiny step? I’m hoping to order from Zenni Optical, which has lots and lots of cheap frames — and I’ve heard from several people that they’re quite satisfactory. But it still freaks me out.

Posting this reminds me I’ve got to call the eye doctor and make an appointment.


4 thoughts on “My eyes! My eyes!

  1. I hope that it’s just a minor change, and that you find a pair of super cute glasses that make it better.

    I need to get my eyes tested as well.

  2. i was lucky enough to make it to 40 before getting glasses. i felt the same way as a kid and still kinda did as an adult. i only have to use them when my eyes get tired which is about half way through work. BUT I TOO have used for frames and now am the proud owner of 8 pair of snazzzzzy glasses. OH, great bonous about Zenni is you can get perscription sunglasses for under 25.00 if you choose the right frames. good luck at the doctor !!!

  3. Patiently awaiting your thread with loads of pics! (I love those threads). I’ve had bad eyes since junior high–kept getting worse each year but have leveled out since college. I need to order some glasses from Zenni too! But I have really been enjoying my one a day contacts, though. Now, go get that appt! We always go to Costco for eye exams.

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