Some of you know that my vision is terrible. Not my “vision” vision but my actual eyesight.
I was told when I was ten that it would get progressively worse until my mid-twenties and then level off; maybe even get better.
They lied. I’m almost 40 and it’s still getting worse. Granted it’s not getting worse as quickly as it once was.
Nevertheless yearly eye exams are not a luxury for me. I have to get in to the optometrist or I can’t see.
I am currently sitting in the chair.
This is fun.
What in the world does that say?
I’ve already been run through the battery of pre-testing options. There’s the puff of air. Still not sure what this one is for. Then there’s the “big E” test. Newsflash: I can’t even really see the “E” at this point without my contacts.
Some tests are new. A retinal photograph has replaced dilation. This is nice as I really never liked stepping out into the mid-day sun after one of these visits looking like an anime character.
But they got rid of one of my favorite tests. For almost thirty years I’ve been coming to these visits and looking into a giant box at a picture of a farmhouse. Again, the purpose of this test has never been explained to me. I always assumed it had something to do with focus. Then again it could just be a way to calm me down, not that I’ve ever been agitated at the eye doctor.
This test is so ridiculous.
Truly the farm was a peaceful place. If you’ve ever had this test you know what I’m talking about. It was in a field. I imagine it was in Iowa. There was a lot of corn. I made up a backstory about the farm. It was owned by an elderly couple who’s children had moved away after industrialization had rendered their role in the agri-business field redundant. This couple now wait at home for someone to visit. Once a year I pop into their lives. I feel like such a voyeur. But I think they understand. They’re just happy for the company. Their rotten kids never bring the grandkids – Kip and Karen – around. Brats.
Where was I?
Oh yes, the farm is gone. All that remains is a hot air balloon and there isn’t enough Valium on earth to get me in that thing.
There’s also the omni-present “better/worse” flipping lens test. Yeah… as I’ve said before, leave the room, doc. I’ll flip it around and find what works. Then I’ll call you back in and you can write it down.
St. Lucy, patroness of the blind, pray for us!
UPDATE: They just upped my script. -4.25 in both eyes and I get to try daily wears for the first time!