We're all friends here at Bevboy's Blog. We can be honest with one another. I don't mind telling you that I am 46 years of age, and as such, am making a few concessions to getting a bit older.
I still have a fabulously full head of hair. Nearly every day at work, a couple of women cannot resist running their fingers through my locks. I have grown used to this degrading ordeal. I figure it is a reflexive action on their part. Perhaps their husbands are not as hirsute as I am. Whatever the reason is, they can't help it. I forgive them. It is what it is.
But, while Mother Nature has blessed me with this incredible hair, she has robbed me of perfect eyesight. I have had to wear glasses since I was 6 years old. I was told by one optometrist back in my university days that I did not need to wear glasses, so for a year or so I suffered through being unable to make out the writing on the boards during classes. I reluctantly went back to wearing spectacles and have accepted that I will never be free of them.
I had my most recent eye exam this morning. My distance vision has not changed in the last 4 years. My up close vision, which I use for reading of course, has become significantly worse, and the doc has recommended I go with progressive lenses, or multifocals.
It is a concession to getting a bit older. Reading has been much more of a chore for me in recent months. The print has seemed so much smaller and I can't be bothered to read it unless I have to. My migraine headaches have been more frequent and acute as well; sometimes, even my beloved Zomig cannot rescue me from their grasp. I ascribe these headaches to eyestrain brought about by an out-of-date eyeglass prescription, and today's test has simply proved that to me.
I have been to Costco, just this evening, to check out prices and frames and so on. I'l probably order a new pair of specs this week and have them to wear within a couple of weeks after that. If nothing else, it will make the text on my asus netbook actually readable to me, which is kinda nice.
I may be geting a little older, but I wouldn't change this gray, fabulour hair or the laugh lines or the crappy eyesight for anything. I have earned them. They are mine. You can't have them. Get your own.
Besides, the women at work would never forgive me.