At the end of July, it was time for the annual visit to the eye doctor. Since I seem to keep getting older every year, it was generally no surprise that my prescription needed updating. This time with the recommendation of progressives. Because my eyes found a new way to be broken.
So fine, fine. What could go wrong?
Other, of course, than the cha-ching that four new pairs of glasses caused (2 for me - regular and sun, one each for the boys).
Glasses came in. I was assured that in a week or two I'd adjust and have no problems and would love the progressives.
Yeah, that was a lie.
I've essentially had the beginnings of a migraine for the better part of two weeks. And my eyes physically hurt after an hour or two. And we won't talk about the joy of feeling carsick while driving.
I reached my limit yesterday, I think. It's just too much.
So I'll be reverting to my old specs and will take the new frames back to the eye doctor and have them put new lenses in that are not progressive. For the close up work? Well, I guess I'll just take them off and on as needed. Perhaps get some cheapo readers if necessary from the drugstore?
Because apparently I fall into that small percentage of people who don't adjust to the progressives.
Yay me.
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