I had my eyes tested today and I am now officially short-sighted. I had suspected as much for a while but always rationalised my poor sight by asserting to myself that certain blurry objects were merely too far away or too poorly-lit to be seen well. I think at some level I was just in denial. That was until I ended up trying on a random pair of a housemate’s mum’s old glasses to find that the world was so much sharper and so much more in focus with them on.
It is frustrating because I often suffer from headaches and sore eyes and if I had taken an eye test earlier I might have avoided some of that misery. I am, apparently, significantly short-sighted, but not short-sighted enough to need correction all the time. I just need it on an ‘as and when’ basis. This means that it is not worthwhile getting contacts, forcing me to wear specs. This is a second frustration because I look fucking awful in glasses. By cutting a visual divide across my face, they make my cheeks look even fatter than usual. I might just be unused to seeing myself in glasses, but I’m not happy about it anyway.
Still, the world is a much nicer place to look at with glasses on, so maybe I’ll learn to live with them. The opticians are endeavouring to have my glasses ready for Tuesday (before I go skiing for Christmas) so I’ll hopefully have a picture of them for you soon.