In my case this week's failing body part is my eyes. It shouldn't come as any surprise to me that my eyes are wearing out. Years of gulping down every book which has passed my way while squinting through any kind of available light probably has something to do with it.
But I was really not prepared for the sweet little optician who obviously loves everything lime green to come up with a "well well, you are both near-sighted AND far-sighted and will need an appropriate prescription". When Sweet No heard this she audibly gasped to which little Miss Lime Green retorted, "Well, this happens to those above 40". Uh huh. Great. What do you say to that? Nothing.
No one told me that having bifocals meant that 1/3 of each lens would be unusable. WHAT is that about? They call it a progressive lens. Ahem, it doesn't feel very progressive to me if I have to constantly move my head about to see what I am actually looking at.
Of course I could have had the standard bifocal, but it would be readily apparent to anyone looking at me that I was wearing two lenses. Is it vanity that made me go for the progressive lens? Hmm... quite possibly so.
May I just say that no matter the reason, loss of my peripheral vision really sux?
?What other adjustments await me?