I noticed it starting to happen about three years ago, but I fought it for as long as I could. Today, I picked up my new glasses with variable lenses. Those are hip, modern, no-line bifocals.Sweetie laughed at my work-around of peering over the tops of my prior glasses while holding the unreadable print so close, my nose practically touched it. I couldn't see to make jewelry, and knitting while watching tv was almost impossible. I knew I couldn't put it off any longer.
Presbyopia (Greek word "presbys" (πρέσβυς), meaning "old person") describes the condition where the eye exhibits a progressively diminished ability to focus on near objects with age. Geez, did they have to call it THAT! What's next? Hearing aids, a walker, flowered house dresses?
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Just don't tell us about your sciatica and bunions.
My lensless focal point has always been about 4 inches from my nose, so I just peer under my glasses when I need to see something close up. Love having teeny lenses. Probably will need bifocals at some point, too.
I'm all for flowery housedresses!! Oh so comfy!
Glad you can see better now!
Molly
I'm right behind you girl. Well, I guess I'm at the start of my denial stage. One day I could see brilliantly up close and the next....well not so good.
The Latin word for "old woman?"
Anus.
Yes. Seriously.
Yip, been there done that! :)
Can you see ME in a flowered house dress?? My biggest fear is that I wouldn't be able to tell how fat I'm getting...
My eye doctor told me that I am just near-sighted enough that it will probably offset that prebyterian-opia thing (that's the inability to tell whether one is a churchgoer or not just by looking at them).
Welcome to middle age, "Anus"!
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