I went to the eye doctor yesterday. The verdict: glasses. All the time. Not just for reading and driving, like before: all the time.
Of course, to be fair, I haven't worn my glasses for reading or driving for a long time. Years, really. I'm pretty sure the last time I went to the eye doctor was 1998. I always had good vision, but as a teenager, it was discovered that I have a lazy eye.
Glasses, the doctor explained, would correct my lazy left eye, which had become nearsighted. My right eye, as if to compensate, was farsighted. I was given glasses, which I wore, usually. I eventually when to contacts, which was cool because I could just wear the left one. When I ran out of contacts, I ordered more, but I just sort of let it go.
I don't like wearing glasses. Here are the actual un-retouched photos of me with and without glasses:
But I'm wearing them. After years without them, my lazy eye has become shiftless. It now sits on the porch drinking beer while my hard-working right eye does all the work. Finally, in a fit of despair, my right eye developed a horrible case of pinkeye (technical term: conjunction junction) just to get me into an eye doctor. My left eye, protesting, has been to an AA meeting and employment counseling. Righty is relieved and thinks it may work out.
But I look like a nerd.
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