Well, the days of my youth are over.

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After two weeks of nearly continuous headaches… I was finally convinced I needed to go to the doctor, rather than continue to pop ibuprofen. Given what I do for a living (computer programmer), I figured an eye doctor was a good bet to eliminate the headaches.

For better or for worse, I was right. Turns out my vision pretty much blows. I always thought it was fine. The doctor disagreed. So now some factory somewhere (probably populated with the mystical, magical “lens gnomes”) is producing a pair of glasses for me. Bah.

And I am sure almost everyone who reads this knows, but DAMN, glasses are expensive. and let’s just say that the vision benefit (yes, there is only one) supplied to me by my employer blows chunks.

So, the next time anyone sees me (after Thanksgiving) I’ll probably be wearing my new faithful companions… feel free to tell me they make me look smarter.

(The links below should actually work, now, BTW… if they don’t, let me know. They should trigger a search in the iTunes music store. If you are planning to buy a song from Apple, I’d appreciate it if you clicked below. They’ll give me a nickel :-) I do, however realize that a lot of my songs are not in the iTunes music store, there’s nothing I can do about that. It’ll just trigger a search that returns no results.)

Now Playing:Downtime” by Jo Dee Messina from the album Burn

One Response to “Well, the days of my youth are over.”

  1. Lizon 22 Nov 2004 at 10:03 am

    OOOOOOOOOOOO. I think this is fantastic news!!! I think about 99% of the men in this world look way smarter (and, at least for me, smart = sexy) with glasses than without. You’re definitely one of the men who will look fantastic with the specs. :-)

    And, by the way, you should count your blessings that you made it this long in life without needing corrective lenses. I don’t care how bad your eye doctor told you your vision is, it will never, ever, EVER compare to the I-might-as-well-be-blind state of my vision. I went to the eye doc last week for my annual checkup and asked him to rate my vision on a scale from one to ten, with one being blind and ten being perfect. He grimaced and said, “Maybe a three?” Ouch.

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