Once upon a time, I had perfect eyes. I could see in the dark, near, far and everything in between. Everytime I stepped outside, I wore sunglasses whether sunny or cloudy. I took good care of them.
That may be why I got an extra five years out of my 20/20 vision before they started going downhill. Everyone in my family had great vision until about 40 - mine lasted to 45. Then I couldn't read stuff up close... which progressed to not seeing anything clearly until it was about two inches past the end of my arm.
When I was diagnosed with diabetes, my doctor sent me to have my eyes examined - a first for me. I'd never been to an eye doctor before. It was, as they say, an eye-opening experience. What was happening to my eyes was normal aging - myopia. He was quite jealous though, that my distance vision was still perfect.
I've noticed an unsettling acceleration of the degeneration of my sight though. Just last week, I went to the Men's Breakfast at church. Plunked my purse down at the table I intended to sit at and went to grab a plate before approaching the buffet they'd set up. And discovered that buffet distance was a thing of the past. So I had a scoop of yellow. A scoop of white. A beige piece of round and two strips of brown. There was also a mystery yellow/white/brown pan that could have been hashbrowns or apple crisp. When I got back to the table, I fished my glasses out to see what I was having for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, grits, biscuit, bacon and hashbrowns. I heaved an internal sigh. Life is changing again.
I have my yearly appointment with the eye doctor on the ninth. I'm hoping he'll keep telling me to increase the strength on my readers and avoid the prescription glasses for a while yet, but I guess I won't know that until the ninth.