The wonders of vision

I'm not going to bore you with my health issues. First, your eating and drinking something nice and you don't want to hear the ramblings of a middle-aged guy talking about his bowels, joints, teeth, or anything else. Its just not proper, not good form.

Except this time.

I went to the eye doctor yesterday. Now, I am not an expert at searching for doctors and that is a good thing. For the most part, I'm in good shape with the exception of things starting to wear out, like joints, teeth, and apparently, now my eyes. I went to one of those chain stores in the strip mall. I have an acquaintance of mine who goes to an eye doctor and then an exclusive eye glass store-so exclusive they don't take insurance. Mine, well, I think they have coupons. Something about a doc that takes coupons that just seems borderline.

Now, understand something. I use to have vision. Like owl vision. 10/20 in each eye at one time and not when I was twelve either. I was in my late twenties. I could see stuff across the universe without the use of a telescope. Bats asked for advice from me. It was that good.

I have been wearing little reading glasses for about 6 years. Ever since my arms quit being long enough to hold the paper away from my face. But in the last few years, they have started to leak, itch, blurry, all of it. So, I figured it was time to get another inspection for the decade.

Geez.

The appointment wasn't bad, quick, efficient, but now I am truly a middle-aged guy with another part that is in need of repair.

I understand I was going to hear about my vision. I get that. But I wasn't prepared for hearing I have the beginning stages of cataracts. "You have just a little bit of cloudiness, Mr. Williams, nothing you need to deal with now." And then, as if to console me, she told me that everyone gets them as we get older.

Now that made everything better. 'Cloudy', really? Is the next thing that I take a fall and I can't get up? And what about my bowels? Haven't heard from them lately. You know what they say-'No news is not necessarily a good news.'

They then tried to sell me a $400 pair of glasses. Once I took the Cadillac stuff off of it, it was whittled down to about $178.

I can get 3 glasses for $18 at Costco.

But I can't complain. Life is good. Daily struggles, occasional rewards that we are allowed to see and remind us of those things and people we touch that positively impact their lives as we walk through them.

Now, I just need to find my cane.