It was this morning at around 7am....
It's been quietly following me around for a while, occasionally tapping me on the shoulder,
making me turn around...
Then this morning it was time for it to make a full blown appearance.
Middle age gate-crashed my party....uninvited!
My optician warned me it was coming!
Whilst I was rejoicing that my short signtedness was 'getting better', he was having a little chuckle whilst explaining that this is common in people of my age....just before the need for reading glasses kicks in!
So that's it....
Yesterday I managed very well thank you and today I had to give in. The blurred text message on my phone was decidedly more blurred than usual! I can't grow longer arms so the reading glasses will have to be worn.
It's such a sign that time is flying by and it scares me. I don't think I know how to become middle aged.
I certainly don't feel it.
It conjures up images of reaching a peak and the way forward is the way home. The second leg, the home straight...
Goodness, that sounds a bit morbid!
So enough wallowing in self pity. My body might be disagreeing, but my mind can trick me all it likes that I'm a mere 'slip of a girl'. I recall an incident about 20 years ago when I was visiting a school to give a talk to the teachers and the Head said in a rather loud voice, "Why have they sent me this slip of a girl, what does she know?" I was most put out! I was desperate to be seen as mature and wise.
So let's embrace maturer and wiser. Never mind the fact that I have to swap glasses between watching tv and reading a book in the evening. My laughter lines are part of me and show a life that has included smiles.I can't remember where I read it, but someone once said "I'm just grateful that wrinkles don't hurt."!
I like that.
So in true inner nanna style, I'm off for a cup of tea to watch 'Upstairs, Downstairs' on the sofa with a blanket to guard off the evening chill!
I'm short-sighted too, but mine hasn't started to improve yet, so hopefully my old-age eye haven't kicked in yet! Oh well, what can we do? Age is a bummer I think *sigh*
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The worst thing is when the optometrist uses the phrase "When you get to a certain age..." and then laughs!
ReplyDeleteI had a similar experience. I couldn't read the small print on my son's Yu-Gi-Oh cards and I thought it was the printing. Then I had trouble reading the small print on the backs of jars. My mum handed me her glasses and said try these. I'm too young for glasses I thought, but I put them on and ... oh dear, I think I need glasses. The problem is once I started wearing them, I found it harder to read anything when I didn't have them on. The joys of being middle aged!
ReplyDeleteBeth, I spend half my day trying to work out where I left my glasses...even have two pairs and still have to hunt around...the pathetic thing is..sometimes there on my head where they perch most of the time like a permanent head band! Robx
ReplyDeletep.s. thanks for stopping by...it was very good timing on your part as it was my only post for around six weeks!
I love 'thank goodness wrinkles don't hurt' - you made me chuckle! I'm starting to need readers too :)
ReplyDeleteI find it thoroughly disheartening trying to read the teeny tiny labels on jars and cans even when I'm wearing my new prescription lens.
ReplyDeleteHubs and I have glasses littered all through the house.
So yes it gets worse Beth!
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Aw you poor thing. I am afraid I am already in the club. Nevermind 'you are as old as you feel'.For me that is mostly about 25, but occasionally 75! Lots of love, Linda x
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