Being told I am now both short-sighted and long-sighted feels like someone is playing a very bad joke on me.
I would say I’ve always been as blind as a bat but I don’t want the Bat Society to complain.
Lately, every time I go to the optician a different practitioner has what feels like a wild stab in the dark at changing my contact lens prescription so I can see near and far. Nothing works. And multifocal lenses produce the worst result of all, blurring everything no matter where I focus.
I’ve had so many eye tests that when they put the Clockwork Orange headgear on me and start barking ‘Top line… middle line…’ I just recite the darn chart from memory. Which isn’t helping.
So I had to admit I was doing that. ‘Honestly, I can’t see anything at all. F something. V something.’ ‘What about this?’ ‘Now I can read the bottom line.
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