Readers. Yeah, I Had To Buy Readers.

· by: melissa

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Today I cried.

Well, not really. I cried on the inside though.

I’m mouring the loss of my youth.

You see…

Today, I broke down and bought readers.

Do I look happy? That's because I'm not. Although, the glasses are cute. I just don't like what they are for. Sigh.

For those of you who don’t know what readers are, they are for old people like me who need their reading materials magnified because they can’t see them.

That’s me. Old and borderline blind when it comes to ANYTHING to do with writing. I mean OMG…I have to use my new, lovely readers to write this damn post because the text on my iPad is too small and G-D FORBID I should have access to my computer where my husband is downloading some stupid MMA thingy. I’d probably have to use these readers to write there anyways, so what’s the diff? Sigh.

I realized I couldn’t see so wonderfully anymore on Saturday (actually, I realized awhile back but I chose to stay in denial) when I borrowed my husbands readers so that I could see the menu at the restaurant we went to for “date night”.

I was complaining to him that OBVIOUSLY the writing on the menu was too small for human eyes. Because, I have perfect vision and wasn’t able to read the meal descriptions.

He sort of snorted as he handed me his old man glasses.

I rolled my eyes at him because that’s what I do when he’s wrong. Which, he is wrong A LOT. In my mind, at least.

Then, I put them on.

Ahem. Yeah, I could read the descriptions and was able to order based on what I read, not what I guessed I read.

Then I had a flashback to my shower earlier.

Get yer mind out of the gutter people, this is a serious matter.

I had this Prima skin cleanser that was left from the BanShe SWAG. I decided to give it a try. It’s always good to take care of your skin, especially on your face.

I couldn’t read the writing on the bottle. The instructions, nope, couldn’t see them.

So, I guessed at what I was supposed to do and prayed that I did it right. Actually, I prayed that it was for my face and not like something for other regions of the body, not that we have anything like that in our shower that I can see.

And that led to a series of flashbacks. Signs I couldn’t read which made me miss my turn. Squinting and headaches. Having to make the writing on screens bigger because I thought my allergies were causing blurry vision. Signs. Signs. Everywhere, signs. And none of them could I accurately read.

Anywhoo…

Readers.

Yeah.

I own a pair.

I don’t care that they are cute. I don’t care that they are the lowest strength.

I care that I’m getting old and my vision isn’t as perfect as it used to be.

I care that I have chiskars and my husband asked me why I was shaving my face. By the way, I was told by my friend and esthetician to NEVER pluck, to ONLY shave. I do what I’m told.

I care that I have fine lines that are slowly and inevitably making their way toward wrinkledom.

I care that I can’t lose 10 pounds in a week anymore.

I care that my grey comes in faster than I can speed dial my hairdresser.

I care that when I smile, my eyes crinkle at the corners a little more (OK, a lot more) than they used to. And those crinkles? They aren’t disappearing as quickly.

I care and hate that, just because I don’t feel like I should be 43, my body is laughing at me and making my biological age known. Biologically, my body doesn’t care that mentally I’m 18 or so.

It’s really pissing me off.

Epically.

I used to mark my age by telling myself that, hey…I’m still in my child-bearing years so, I must still be somewhat young.

I’m out of my child-bearing years now because the thought of bearing another child is unbearable. No offense to those I’ve beared already.

I don’t want to grow old.

I really don’t. It scares me.

I fail to see how golden those years really are. And it’s not just my failing eyesight that is creating that lack of vision.

Just slow it down already. Someone. Whoever is in charge of the master switch.

Slow.

It.

Down.

I can’t keep up. Which is probably because of age. But still.

First readers.

What’s next?

Hearing aids? Canes and walkers?

Well, for me, the next thing will be Botox if my lines age as fast as my eyes are.

But OMG.

I can’t believe that today, my mission was to find a cute pair of readers.

Which…cute, they are.

It doesn’t make up for the fact that I need to wear them to even get this blog post written without too many spelling errors.

I’m so NOT happy about this.

Not happy. At. All.

But, there is nothing I can do about it.

Except complain here, on my blog, while writing with readers.

Just great.

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  3. Gigi says

    I know what you are feeling. I do. I don’t have readers yet. But my eye doctor is going to get an earful when I see him next. He didn’t change the prescription on my contacts telling me that I could see in the distance well enough and that keeping it the same would keep me from having to get readers. He LIED. Not only can I now NOT see things far away, when I have my contacts in I also can’t see things close up (or small print). So basically, I’m blind….with or without the contacts *sigh*
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  4. lonek8 says

    Ok, glasses aside (even though you look super cute in them), you look AMAZING!! I have been neglecting all my blog reading (shame in me), so I don’t know what’s going on with everyone. You look fabulous!!

  5. tracey says

    Growing older should mean we get healthier and stronger; not vice versa. Kids don’t need all of that energy and health. Selfish bastards.

    And I could reallllly do without these “laugh lines” around my mouth. I mean, I don’t laugh THAT MUCH to warrant the grooves I’ve got going on!
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  7. Middle State says

    Don’t feel bad. I have progressive lenses and I’ve had them for three years now! After a lifetime of 20/20 vision, my eyesight nosedived when I hit my 40s. I cannot believe how much it upsets me that I cannot see anything closer than my arm can reach.

  8. Amy says

    Are they prescription or did you pick them up at Walmart in the medicine area?

    Prescription implies you’ve grudgingly accepted the glasses. Non-prescription means you’re still in denial. 😉

    And they are super cute.
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    • admin says

      Amy…I guess I’m still in denial. I bought them at the drugstore next to my house.

      Middle State…I hear ya. I’m thinking that I need to visit the eye doc. I’m going to need more than readers. Sigh.

      Rachel…I was contemplating buying 2 pair but decided against it.

      Tracey…sigh

      Everyone else…SIGH.

  9. Jackie Park-Cross says

    Don’t worry… I just got some too. The eye doctor was so nice in telling me that it happens when we get older! WTH… I’m 39 you ass!

    So what… no plucking? Why is that?

  11. Tara R. says

    I gave up my contacts and readers, and just went straight to no-line bifocals. That way no one knows I have old eyes.

    You look great in your glasses though.
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  13. Nicole says

    Ok, first of all, you don’t have to tell anyone they’re readers. Glasses are very trendy, so you can easily say that they are for fashion only.
    My mom started needing readers as soon as she hit her 40s. She’s got two pair in the car, three by her desk, a pair on my dad’s desk, one in her purse. Seriously, they’re all over the place! So go ahead and get yourself another pair. Something snazzy.

    And really, you’re not supposed to pluck chiskers? What happens if you (I) do?
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  15. Nancy says

    Eh, it’s not so bad. More of an inconvenience than anything else. I’ve been using readers for about six months, ever since my astigmatism got bad enough to require a toric contact lens. My eye doctor said it would affect my close vision, and boy did it! Up until then I didn’t need readers (a fact, that at the age of 46, I was INSANELY proud of), but overnight I did. I have four pair now, actually – pink, purple, copper and one of those skinny pairs in a tube that I keep in my purse. Don’t feel bad about needing them – my sister and a friend have needed them since their mid-30s and another friend has had bifocals since junior high!

    But yeah, the gray hair – I’m in bad need of a highlight touchup and since I’ve been highlighting my hair since 1997, I had NO IDEA I have as much gray as I do!

    Don’t pluck the chiskers? WTF? I’ve been plucking mine since they first showed up. Or waxing them. I don’t think I can bring myself to shave ’em off!

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