Post 1185 - You Young Whippersnippers!

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  I ascribe these headaches to eyestrain brought about by an out-of-date eyeglass prescription, and today's test has simply proved that to me.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.

Bevboy