On the morning of my 50th birthday I had an eye exam.
When it was completed, the eye doctor gently asked, "Have you considered the possibility that you might need bifocals?"
She was afraid she would hurt my feelings, and was trying to ease me into this thought process...
What I thought silently to myself at her question was, "Heck yes! I've been telling everybody I will walk out of here with a prescription for bifocals! I said it to the lady at the BMV last week when I finished squinting at the letters in the Special BMV Viewmaster Thingie. I've been hoping and praying for bifocals!"
And I really had been hoping and praying for them. Because if I didn't need bifocals, that meant something was seriously wrong with my eyes. I've been having trouble with them for a while, and was worried.
So I'm thrilled to have a prescription for bifocals! I went to work and high-fived people with the news!
Gonna find some real jazzy frames with fake diamonds in the corners if I can. I'm celebrating the miracle of vision correction!
Happy weekend, everybody!