In my bodies continuing march to fall apart, I have now been prescribed progressive lenses. Even my eyeballs are old now.
And nothing can ever prepare you for that puff of air at the eye doctor. I know we’ve come a long way from dilating drops, but Jesus! Is ANYONE OK with that? It doesn’t hurt. I know it doesn’t hurt. And yet every bit of my body is like “I don’t want my face here.” “How about I just preemptively keep blinking?” “IT’S COMING, ISN’T IT?”
So those are gonna be fun getting used to. I’m terrified. I did opt for the most expensive option for the bigger viewing field. They only tried to sell me on the second-best option. Naw, dawg. Go up.
How is it safe driving in glass where only a third of the lenses are for distance? How does this work? I DON’T WANNA.
Side note: When I googled “progressives” it was all political. I hate our world.
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