So today I went to the big town to get a lens prescription for new specs. That was all I had in mind. And the optometrist does a bunch of tests, and her eyes get kind of big. And she asks, “When was the last time you had your eyes examined?”
“I don’t recall. Twelve or fourteen years ago.” I remember I was married at the time, so it was at least thirteen years.
“And did anyone say anything to you about glaucoma?”
“Not that I recall. Long time ago.”
“You should have remembered. Or they should have mentioned it. Your eyes didn’t get this bad in twelve years.”
She went on to explain that while she can (and did) give me a new lens prescription, it wouldn’t help much. She said the reason I can’t see well anymore is because I’m going blind. She actually used that word, which – let me tell you – had an effect on my attitude for the whole rest of the day.
She said I have severe glaucoma, what vision I have left in my right eye won’t last much longer, and the left one’s not far behind. She gave me a scrip for some eyedrops, said it would cost $15 and it turned out to be more than $60 – and that’s for the generic stuff. I have another appointment for the first of January, and if the drops don’t help she’ll refer me to a real eye doctor.
That sucks. Looks like for the time I’ve got left, I need to get serious about learning to shoot a rifle left-handed.