I am extremely short sighted and have worn high powered glasses or contact lenses for most of my life. Over the last year or so, I have noticed my near vision has further deteriorated. It started innocently enough: price tags were sometimes fuzzy; reading labels in supermarkets was more difficult; a friend showed me a message on her iphone and I couldn’t make it out; menus in low light restaurants were a blurry mass; threading a student’s machine in a class took several goes; and so on.
I muddled along for a while but the crunch came when TWICE in less than a month, I nicked a hole in some handwork in misjudging the distance between my scissors and the surface of my quilt. Boo! So now I have embraced my middle age condition and have some new purple and chartreuse reading glasses. What a revelation! Vision is a beautiful thing.