There are things people just don't tell you until it's happened already.
Like my failing eyesight. It's been happening for awhile now, but pretty much I turned 40 and *bam* eyes don't work properly. What's with that?? I'm less than half way there...I still need my eyesight thank you very much. Particularly as I love to read and sew and play the piano...all pretty tricky if you can't see too well.
"What about glasses?" I hear you ask. Well that would require me having to do something like make a visit to the optometrist. That's something I haven't done before. I'm not good with doing anything new, so I delayed and delayed and delayed.
And then while at my family home for Christmas my sister told me to try her glasses. I put them on and told her they were no good at all, everything was way blurrier than before. She persisted and said to try reading something, so I did, and OMG I could see!!! It was like a Christmas miracle. And the best bit, they're the super cheapies that you can buy in any good discount or department store...no optometrist needed.
So last week I promptly bought myself a pair and I feel like the goose with the golden egg. I'm reading like a book starved fiend, I can read bedtime stories again without tripping and stumbling all over the words, I can write my shopping list on the fridge and actually see what I have written. I just wish I had them earlier so I could have seen if I was signing my son (and not someone else's) into kindy!!
For the first few days I excitedly said, "Just wait 'til I get my glasses", over and over again.
But now, a mere week later, I'm already saying, "Where are my goddamn glasses??"
Yes, they allow me to see clearly again.
Yes, they are very cute little purple numbers.
Yes, I am incredibly grateful that I don't have to fumble through the rest of my life.
But I'm sorry, glasses, you are just not the same as my once-working-perfectly eyes.
Aging really is a