Do You Have to Be a 'Progressive' to Wear Progressive Lenses?
"Failure to adjust." That's what Becky, the cheerful optician, said my problem was with the new progressive lenses. "Failure to adjust" sounds like it should be in the same category as "doesn't play well with others," or "runs with scissors," so her words stung a little and I inwardly berated myself for not making more of an effort to make the new glasses work.
For the last few years I have been getting by with dollar store reading glasses as my near vision deteriorated, apparently in anticipation of my 50th birthday. Twenty years ago I had surgery to correct my distance vision and had enjoyed a blissful, lens-free life until about five years ago, when I began to squint when reading small print. Then came the embarrassing stage of holding everything at arm's length. I avoided reading glasses as long as possible, but eventually, my arms became too short and I could no longer read anything smaller than a STOP sign without glasses.
My dollar store reading glasses, if not fashionable, were cheap enough that I could have a pair handy at all times. Well, at least, I owned enough glasses that I should have had a pair handy at all times. I had a pair in my purse, my car, the living room, the kitchen -- even the bathroom. Nevertheless, I could never seem to locate a pair when I needed them. It seemed I had a pair for every room except for the room I was in. I'd find myself at Walmart, unable to read any of the prices and straining to find the English print sandwiched between the French and Spanish warnings. I'd fumble around in my purse looking for the reading glasses, only to remember that I had taken them out of my purse at home because I couldn't find the pair that had somehow migrated from the living room to who-knows-where.
It could be worse. Recently my husband and I we were at a restaurant with friends -- Bob Evans, where people my age are supposed to eat, I'm told -- and my friend's husband had to borrow my reading glasses because he didn't have his handy. Right there in Bob Evans! At least I haven't sunk that low yet.
I mean, not completely. I recently returned home from a trip to Kohl's (Kohl's is where almost-50-year-old women like to shop because they jigger the sizes so that it looks like you wear a size 4 when you really wear a size 6) and told my husband about how much trouble I had trouble shopping without my glasses, which had mysteriously disappeared from my purse. Again. His eyes widened as he contemplated the prospect of his wife loose at that store with a Kohl's charge, oblivious to the price tags she was unable to read. But I had a 20% off coupon! (Or maybe it was 10%. It was a little blurry.)