Almost 50 years on the planet and my eyes have always been good to me until recently when small words started giving me trouble. So today I went to the eye doctor and great news, I got glasses. Holy shitsticks this is going to be a pain in the nuts.
I got some new fangled trifocal type lens that is making me feel like I'm walking around in a fun house. Nothing better than paying hundreds of dollars to feel queasy. Look down to read, straight to see mid distance but not left or right cause that gets blurry, any then up top is for distance. I'm an hour in and want to smash them to bits.
I'm giving this a week even though they said three. I might be better suited for old fashioned wear on the tip of your nose reading glasses. Not sure what genus a-hole invented these but I'd bet his eyes are jacked up.
Took that picture to get the shit from the kids out of the way. Oh, and I almost forgot the cherry on this excrement sundae is I got a referral to a specialist for what could be some potential glaucoma. Big Bald Blind Tom will spend all of his disability money on high end medical marijuana and the nonsense I speak into this thing could get a little stranger than normal.