I know this isn't fair to the optometrists out there, please forgive me, but I always suspect their methods. They flip lenses back and forth and ask which is better or worse and I always feel like they are pulling a fast one on me. Are they the same? Also, my knowledge of the human eye is limited to what I learned in my science classes in high school and college and much of what they say sounds like something a Vegas magician would say, "Keep your eye on this dot (flashing lights and quick movements)," then the bikini clad assistant disappears...wait that doesn't happen at your eye doctor appointments? Your loss.
Anyway we arrived family style at nap time at the optometrists. Eric went back for his appointment. I tried to fill out our paperwork and the girls normally should have been content to play. Not yesterday. Cordelia cried when the ipad (optometrist had ipads for kids to use!?!) wouldn't respond to her frantic button pushing. Elise played screaming rag doll. Brochures were tossed about willy nilly. A book was chucked across the room. It was just one of those days. When it was my turn to go back for the check up Eric decided to cruise around with the girls
I went through my appointment, assuming that I'd be given eye exercises or told to stand farther away from my paintings, but nope...I need glasses. He said that I would probably feel better if I wear them always, but that it is safe for me to go without. So at least I can ease my way into this world of eye glass wearing.
I called Eric when it was time to pick out the glasses, hoping for a little help. Mostly because the kindly gentleman was trying to pick out glasses for me. Normally this is not the kind of help I prefer. Of course I am polite and I try to listen to suggestions, but ultimately I assume that I know what's best for me. The older gentleman looked at my face and suggested a pair of vintage-y cat eye frames that felt pretty good and looked pretty good as well, but I had difficulty accepting his expertise. I mean what could he know about the needs of a 32 11/12 year old? Eric and I proceeded to rule out many other selections before settling on the pair that the older gentleman had suggested with the very first try! He's good. Thank goodness too, because the girls had lost their minds and were pretty much just running around like adorable psychos, rolling and jumping and screaming. So we left and the girls almost immediately acted normally... my glasses will arrive some time next week.