What we would do without Benny?

When I turned 40 a couple years ago, ok more than a couple years, I never thought much of it. However, during the last 2 weeks I have found one part of growing older that has been a MAJOR pain. My vision.

I have been wearing contacts since high school. I lived through hard contacts, extended wear contacts, and now my latest, bifocal contacts. For the past couple of years I have been wearing two different kinds of contacts. In my right eye I wear a bifocal contact for distance and reading. In my left eye I wear a contact for only distance and it is weighted because of my astigmatism. These contacts are perfect for me. However, because at one time I was prescribed a contact to wear for extended wear that should not have been, I have some scars. Nothing serious any longer but the doctor does not want me to sleep in my contacts now. My new routine is to take off my contacts and put my glasses on at night. The problem has been that the glasses are about 4 prescriptions old. I decided to update the glasses this year and have bifocals put in them so that I did not have to wear cheater glasses on top of my glasses to read the paper in the morning or when I read at night.

Got the new glasses. Can't walk downstairs without holding the railing. Can't walk on my treadmill without losing my footing. Can't watch TV in the Lazy Boy or in bed at night. I went back to the eye doctor today to see if they could adjust them. They said that I needed to spend some time getting use to them. Shoot, how do I get use to these goofy glasses. Didn't Ben Franklin fall on the cobblestone roads, for goodness sake! I am working on practicing using the bifocals but I hate glasses on my nose. If you happen to see me with my new glasses on, beware, I might trip or run into a wall. I guess I should be thankful to Ben Franklin for inventing bifocals that at least evolved into bifocal contacts or I would really suffer.