Blurring of the lines means, that the distinction between one side or the other isn’t clear all the time.
A few weeks ago, I went to the eye doctor for the first time in a number of years. My glasses were in horrible shape, with the coating peeling in many places, causing me to really not want to wear them, but having no choice as I’m quite blind without them.
As per usual, my prescription had changed, rather significantly, and I got the lovely addition of bifocals. Say what?!
I have to say, I was a bit shocked. I know I’m getting older, the calendar doesn’t lie. But I really didn’t expect that. The doctor gave me the choice of single vision or bifocals, with the option of just purchasing readers, but I know myself. I would purchase Dollar Tree readers, and either promptly lose them, or never use them.
So, I went with bifocals.
Folks, let me tell you, this is a whole new world.
At first, I felt like a drunk person. That’s normal, right? I was walking around Wal-Mart in HD. It was not cool at all. I don’t need to see a damn thing that well in Wal-Mart. But I got used to it fairly quickly, except for the bifocal part.
That damn blurred line.
No matter how I moved my eyes, my head, hell even my body at that point, I couldn’t make that blurry line go away. It was driving me crazy. I know I looked crazy. I’m sure I became a “people of Wal-Mart” on that trip. I probably looked like I needed to be committed. My husband even asked me at one point if I needed to go to the car. I snapped back, “No, I just need this fucking line to act right, I can’t see properly!”
He has gotten a kick out of watching me “learn” to see again. It’s not fucking funny, asshole. I can’t wait until he gets old, dammit.
Though by then, I’ll be so old, I won’t remember to laugh.
It is nice to be able to see the words in a book so crisp and clear. Though I have chuckled to myself numerous times, when I catch myself lifting my head higher, so I can look down through my glasses to see through the reader part. I remember my Granny doing that, and not knowing why. Oh Granny, that shit isn’t funny at all, now.
That damn line is always there, though. It will never go away. I just have to make peace with it. I’ve determined it is just another offensive thing about growing old. But since that’s a privilege denied many, I’ll deal with my blurred line, and be happy it isn’t something worse.