Earlier this year I realized that I had trouble seeing. Not the big picture, but the fine print.
Obviously I assumed that I was at the beginning stages of an advanced fatal illness. My vision was going, who knows what would be next?
I called Mama to say my good byes, and she, being unable to face the demise of her only child, fell deep into denial.
“Maybe you just need new glasses,” she suggested.
It’s heartbreaking how some people will cling to any hope.
“New glasses,” I chuckled in a completely mirthless way. “Shopping does not heal all wounds, Mama.”
But apparently Mama thought I may need to get my eyes checked. Which is ridiculous because it had only been a few years since I got my current glasses prescription. So how does it make sense that the prescription would change already, I’d like to know.
I went to an eyeologist to get checked. And sure enough, she said that my prescription changed. And apparently it’s “not uncommon for eyesight to change.” As you’ve probably realized by now, since my eye sight was waning, my other senses became super strong, and what I smelled was a scam.
A scam that involved the eye doctor and the glasses industry, I believe that’s called a conspiracy in the first degree.
But I took the prescription and I filled it. And because I don’t have a vision plan, I paid $300. And then I never went to pick up the eyeglasses.
Let me explain: The Lenscrafters is literally across the street from where I live. I pass by it all the time. But in the five months since I’ve gotten the prescription filled and paid for it, I have not been back.
What is wrong with me?
And is there any hope?
One year ago ...