I know my potential reading glasses have been the talk of the town since I posted about the possibility of needing them earlier this week. All I can read on the interwebs is, “Will she or won’t she buy the readers?!?” I’m here to update you and put your mind at ease.
I went to the optometrist yesterday and got good news and bad news. The good news: It was all in my imagination and I don’t need reading glasses in any way!
Just kidding. I totally need reading glasses. That’s the bad news. The good news is that my ability to see distance has improved a lot. I don’t know how that happened. I’m told it comes with age, but I’d like to think that all those eye workouts I did (eye lunges, eye push-ups, eye squats) finally paid off! Yipee!
After I was given a new and improved prescription for my contact lenses, I decided it was time to bite the bullet and buy some readers. Hey, maybe I’d even try to stay positive and embrace it! I headed over to Walgreens and was trying really hard to feel AOK about it, and was succeeding until I saw this:
As you can see from the photograph, the readers are on the far right at the end of the aisle. But what did I encounter on the WAY to the readers? Well, all the things somebody buying readers might also need according to Walgreens. You’ll immediately notice the walker just a few feet away. Upon closer inspection, I found a toilet safety rail, a raised toilet seat, a foam cushion to sit on for when I guess your hemorrhoids are flaring up, and replacement wheels for the above-mentioned walker.
I’m not going to lie: it was really hard to embrace this new stage of my life after seeing this. I walked by the display and began to peruse the selection of readers, but the minutes ticked by. I was feeling more and more yucky about it and, most importantly, couldn’t find a style that wasn’t hideous. I finally freaked out and had to leave.
After I gave myself a stern talking-to, I decided to take a trip to this trendy glasses store and pick out a pair there. I figured then I would feel like was going shopping for “a fashion statement accessory.” Yeah, that was the ticket.
After lots of moaning and groaning (I’m sure the saleswoman in the shop just loved me), I finally decided on a pair:
So there you have it. FYI, I did not get a chain so I could wear them around my neck and always know where they are, but you never know. My husband says I might need one because the next thing to go is the memory. He is just hilarious.