They call them “progressive lenses” now…well, la dee frigin’ da!
They’re trifocals, people! And I got ‘em! Poor, poor Twyla…it’s so sad…
my vision is 40/110 with an astigmatism. Otherwise, everything is fine, thank you Eyeball Gods, whoever you are.
No retina damage from the diabetes, no glaucoma, no extra blood vessels growing…just lousy vision. Although the optometrist did ask me how long ago the head trauma happened. What head trauma?
I had to think about that for a minute.
Was it the time I wallpapered my kitchen with that horrible flowered 70s Partridge Family-type pattern? I was vacuuming and smashed my head into the corner of the chimney because it blended into the rest of the wall so well I couldn’t see it.
I was hit by drunk drivers a couple of times, but no head injuries there.
Could it be when I was 12 and my sister pushed me down a flight of stairs because I wouldn’t turn the light out?
Bingo! I have old pigment in the back of my eye from a head injury.
I knew I didn’t like my sister for a reason!
Anyways…now I’m trying to get used to these Mr. Magoo glasses. The Lenscrafter saleswoman assured me it would only take a week, but I’m not so sure.
Anybody have words of wisdom, hints, tricks…anything to help me?
I can see far by looking through the top of the lenses, close through the bottom, although looking to the side makes me seasick…but the middle is rough.
I can’t see the computer screen through any part of the glasses.
Reading a sentence here is a problem, I can see the middle words, but the beginning and end of the sentence is blurry.
Help! These glasses cost a ton of money and I’m supposed to wear them to drive! I dunno about that.
