New Humiliation

Monday morning I had to go get an eye exam.

“When was your last eye exam?” The doctor asked me.

“Never.” I replied. “I’m only doing this because the rheumatologist needs it. I see everything.”

“and you are forty…” she asked.


“Well, in two to three years you’ll probably need glasses, that’s when it happens for everyone.” She smugly responded.

My baseline is fine, perfect even, and I left the office with eyes dialated. I could not see a thing.

And sadly, I also could not squint to keep the sun out of my eyes. Too much Botox.

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