I, uh, look different.
I feel a little different too. The new glasses are not only a change for you; they’re a big freaking change for me as well.
Pictured above, boys and girls, is my first pair of bifocals.
My last eye exam was two years ago. When I was leaving the doc’s office, she made a simple prediction — when I next visited her, I would would need bifocals. And though I thought briefly about stopping back at her office like a week later, just to prove her wrong, I knew deep down my time was coming.
Starting a few months ago, I realized it was time. I was spending more time with my glasses up on my forehead, trying to figure out the proper distance from my face that I needed to hold my phone so I could read the damn thing. Lots of squinting. And lots of ridicule over my new mannerisms from Mrs. Crappy, who is at least a few years behind me in the bifocal department.
I got the exam that confirmed my suspicions on Friday. Saturday morning, I found the new frames. The frames themselves are a big change for me — although I’ve had nice feedback from the few who got a look on Saturday night — but the lenses are a bigger deal. When I first put them on and looked down at the Lenscrafters invoice, it became clear — literally — how much I needed that help.
Walking is interesting, because I need to physically move my head to look down without drifting into the reading portion of the lenses. Driving hasn’t been too difficult, although I need to be mindful of where the glasses are on my face, so I keep the distance part of the lenses — which also received a significant adjustment — where they need to be.
Y’all don’t need to be worried about that stuff, although I hope you’ll be understanding while I continually adjust my head during the first few days I’m wearing these.
But I do hope you like the frames — especially since they’re going to be the ones I’m wearing for the next two years or so.