Quite literally, a blog about vision.

My eyes are old. It’s been happening for a while, that slow move toward reading glasses. A few years ago I had my vision corrected with Lasik and they warned me the day would come where I would need some sort of aid but I don’t want it to be here yet.

I wish I could read this…

You see, I spent from age 8 to 44 as someone who couldn’t see without glasses or contacts. I have the awkward school pictures from grades 3 to 8 (when thankfully I was allowed to wear contacts) with the 80’s frames. You, know the ones that dipped down, were oversized and tortoiseshell. When I first started wearing them, I would often forget them at home and when I got to school I’d be startled that I couldn’t see the board. I’d run to the office and call my mom to save the day.

Fourth grade me. Awkward.

I’m not sure when I heard about Lasik corrective surgery, but how I pined for it from the moment I discovered this magical remedy to nearsightedness. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford it and for many years it seemed like a pie-in-the-sky dream. The ability to wake during the night and see the clock on the dresser, to be able to tell at a glance how much longer I had before needing to leave my cozy bed-nest.