I went to the eye doctor for an annual check up this week.
We went through the usual routine.
Stare at the little barn while it gets blurry, click the little button when you see blurry circles on the screen.
Now, take your contacts out and let’s see how you’re doing.
While the doctor filled out some of his paperwork and I sat there sans glasses or contacts, I started thinking about what things were like before I had the aid of ocular devices.
I was pretty young, maybe 8 or 9 years old when my parents noticed my eye sight wasn’t quite up to par.
I was really into sports, and I read, a lot.
My reading vision was never impacted so my nose remained squarely between pages and pages of adventure books.
But, my sports performance began to slack a little bit.
I would swing and miss at softball and my shot toward the hoop always seemed a little bit off.
So, off to the doctor we went.
Sure enough, I needed glasses.
Ugh, what a horrible fate for a pre-teen. I could only imagine the names — four-eyes and the like — that would be hurled my direction when I wore my new specs to school.
I would only put them on when I absolutely needed them. For example when I needed to see the blackboard (yes we still had blackboards, not dry-erase boards). Or, when I was playing sports.
My academic and athletic performances improved, or at least went back to where they were.
But when nobody was looking, I’d just stand outside and check out the glory of the outdoors in full detail.
I could once again actually see the leaves on trees and tall grass blowing in the wind. No longer were these beauties just a massive blurry mob.
I could see!
Needless to say, I fully enjoy my glasses and contacts now. While I only ordered contacts this time around, I feel a need for glasses a la Lois Lane in my future.