1974? Great big, oversized, heavy real glass glasses that broke falling off my nose several times yet were very fashionable.
The carpet cleaners came just as I was heading out for the Opthomoligist’s office. I missed the whole show as one young man struggled to get the last folk’s soap out of our carpet.
Instead of just checking the pressure in my eyes, I got everything done but dilated. My right eye was noticeably worse, weepy and crusty. I was noticeably unhappy. After most of the new electronic tests, no cataract surgery for 6 months or more, and the usual testing for new glasses, I came home happy for the moment. The pressure is still within the normal range…barely.
My round glasses that I love are repaired, I’ve ordered a new pair. The new frames are a dark royal blue and a little larger than my last pair. The oculist told me that I was fun. “Next time,” she told me, “Buy white. Then you can be red, white, and blue.” I left laughing.
Hopefully, I will see you better when I get my new glasses.