I learned something about myself this week. Of course, I’ve known all my life that I’m averse to change and I crave organization and clear communication, but I now also know that I am definitively NOT progressive – not where the Constitution is concerned, and probably not anywhere else! I realize now that I should have seen that in advance (pun intended), but I guess I was blind-sided till I entered the house of mirrors at the library.
It’s like this. I’ve worn bifocals (the ones with nice big lines) for about six years. I’m currently on my second prescription thereof. I ordered these glasses in October ’08, and when I left Sam’s optical wearing them, I could see splendidly. Driving home was grand and the road signs were crystal clear. Reading was a snap and the text was sharper than it had ever been. Of course, we were out a substantial chunk of change, but I could see, and I was thrilled.
Until I got home. I sat down at my computer and realized that something was terribly wrong. The screen was blurry in the distance lenses and blurry in the close-up lenses. Not a good thing. Called Sam’s, told them the problem, and they said I’d they’d nee to make me another pair of single visions glasses for the mid-range focal length (computer, piano, camera). Which they made and for which we took a deep breath and paid.
That left me with two pairs of prescription glasses, and I had to constantly flip from one pair to the other when working at my desk: bifocals for looking down to read something on my desk; mid-range for looking at the computer monitor. Thankfully, when I was playing the piano or running camera at church I could just wear the mid-range pair – although I couldn’t walk across the room in them without stumbling, so I had to wear my bifocals to walk to the piano or camera, then whip the mid-range babies out of my pocket in order to read the music or focus the camera.
I did this until April ’09, when I began to notice that neither the close-up nor the mid-range lenses were totally clear. At that point, I kind of gave up on the desk-flip maneuver. I went to wearing the bifocals to read, walk, drive, and live, and wearing no glasses at all to look at the computer monitor. This caused more literal headaches but fewer logistical ones.
That’s how I’ve been managing my vision challenges for about 14 months, during which time the clarity of my vision has gradually declined. Frankly, although it’s been obvious for over a year and a half that I need trifocals, I really didn’t want to spend the money it would cost to get them, and then have to do it all over again every six months!
I finally broke down last week and went to Pearle Vision. I had been in there once before and they had assured me that they had some nifty kind of glasses that would work great for me. They had also pointed out that my bifocals from Sam’s didn’t really fit me properly (position of the bifocal line); I felt that they knew what they were talking about.
When I left my appointment last week, my eyes had been thoroughly examined and found to be (although not seeing clearly with my current prescriptions) quite healthy. My retinas, maculas, and optic nerves all appeared to be in great shape. The doctor spent a lot of time answering my many questions and then recommended the “Kodak Progressive lenses.” The optician fitted me for those lenses in my existing mid-range frames (which frames I really like), and I left Pearle slightly poorer, but very hopeful.
Five days later, I picked up my new glasses. Pearle has a deal on progressives where they give you a month to adjust, and if you can’t adjust in that time period, they will make you a pair of lined lens glasses at no charge.
The distance lenses were perfect. I could see the texture on a brick wall a tenth of a mile away! The reading lenses also seemed to be fine – at least when reading the text on the little card they showed me. But the mid-range. . . where was it? I know that with progressives you MUST point your nose where you want to look, but the lady across the counter working with me would not come into focus, no matter where I wagged my nose. I KNEW there should be a focal point in there somewhere, but I certainly could not find it.
She adjusted the glasses, explained about distortion (and I clearly did not get the full interpretation on that, as will be obvious later), assured me I would adapt quickly, and sent me on my way. I was feeling pretty good. I could drive, I could read the speedometer, and surely I would do fine with these new glasses.
Then I got to the library. Now, we check out a lot of library books. Many of them are for Andrew’s academics, and my every-two-week sojourn to the library is both fun and productive. I wander the stacks, scanning titles, leafing through books, and picking out ones that I either think Andrew ought to read or would enjoy reading. It’s quite a process, and it requires me to walk, scan, and skim quickly.
But this time, I could NOT read the titles of the books on the shelves! Not in the distance lenses, not in the close-up lenses, and most assuredly not in the mid-range (if there were any) lenses. I’m not just saying that the titles were a little blurry; I literally couldn’t read them at all. I tried moving my head closer to the shelves and looking through the close-up lenses. No go. I tried backing away and using the distance lenses. Worse. I tried to find that blasted tiny window of supposed clarity with the mid-range lenses. Non-existent.
Finally, I whipped the glasses off my face, and, Aha! I could actually read the titles. Yes, I had to strain to do so, and yes, within about five minutes I had a headache, but at least I could see. However, this was not going to do at all. I have worn glasses for about 35 years, and I know that if you don’t wear a new pair of glasses religiously, you won’t adjust to them. I put the glasses back on, determined to stick it out and make them work for me.
After much effort, I finally figured out that when looking through these glasses, if I turned my head slightly, or even just moved my eyes slightly from side to side (as you do when reading a line of text, or, in my case, looking across the various titles on a shelf of books), the size of the books swung wildly. It was like being in a house of mirrors – you know, those weird distorting ones that make you look twelve feet tall and skinny, but, with just a slight movement suddenly make you look as short and fat as a Buddha? Well, that’s what was happening to the books in front of me. They were stretching and shrinking with almost nauseating rapidity, and it was at that moment that I realized that I simply could not wear those progressive lenses.
This was very discouraging news, and I was nearly in tears by the time we left the library. I called Pearle and told them I would be in the next day to turn these babies back in for some lined tri-focals.
I was there ten minutes after they opened, and the optician was quite accommodating. He listened to my description of why I could not and would not wear those glasses for another single moment, asked some questions, had me read some stuff, and then dropped the bombshell: they could not order lined trifocals that went all the way across, which is what I had told him I wanted. Instead, he would give me the largest tri-focal they offered, they would fit into my beloved comfortable frames, and the tri-focal line would be higher than what I was used to with my bifocals. It might be difficult for me to adjust to. I told him that if I knew there at least WAS a mid-range that would be in focus without bouncing, swinging, and making me dizzy, I would figure out how to adjust to it. He was also surprised when I opened a magazine, struggled to focus the text in the close-up lenses, and marked with a pen the area of the text that was actually clear. It was one and one-quarter inches across by three-fourths of an inch high. That is NOT a big enough window for me to read through!
He told me that if the lined tri-focals didn’t work out, I would have to go to two pairs of glasses – either the trifocals (or a bifocal pair with distance and close-up) for general life, and a different bifocal pair with mid-range and close-up for computer, piano, and camera. Note that while the tri-focals have been paid for, any additional pair(s) of any kind, whether single lens or bifocal, would be at my expense – frames, lenses, coatings, the whole shooting match. Sigh.
So now, I am waiting for my lined tri-focals. I am typing right now without wearing any glasses, my eyes ache, and I’m hoping to avoid a headache. This has been my norm for quite a while, so another week shouldn’t make a difference, right?
I must admit that one of the reasons I let myself be talked into progressives in the first place was that while the lines don’t bother me at all, the idea of the lines not being obvious to everyone else really appealed to me. I’m not especially vain about my appearance, but particularly in pictures, it is annoying for those lines to stand out so prominently. I look goofy without my glasses, so I don’t want to take them off for pics.
I also confess that I tend to think of tri-focals as a tool for people in their 70s, not for someone who’s only 49! I tend to lump tri-focals with hearing aids, and yes, unless there’s a reversal of process, I will probably be shopping for those in the future. Huh? What did you say? Will you PLEASE stop mumbling?!?!? Frankly, this whole aging thing is just not nearly as recreational as I had hoped. Your hair thins, you can’t see or hear, your memory decreases, your arches fall, and your gums recede.
At least it’s all good blog fodder, and next week I’ll have another pair of new glasses!