I can see clearly now–a short one, for those that are into that sort of thing ;o)
In the last week I’ve received 2 reminders that I need to go in for an eye exam. I need new glasses, anyway, because mine are scratched all to hell and it’s actually beginning to interfere with my vision. I don’t think I really need a new scrip, just new lenses. I actually tried to get them replaced months ago, but was told that because my prescription was out of date, I would have to see a doc and get a new one before they could sell me any glasses. Which just seems dumb to me; it’s a prescription for glasses, not morphine. What do they think I’m going to do, overdose on vision?
In any case, I haven’t made the appointment, and the months have passed, and I wondered what was holding me up. Mostly, it’s just the hassle of getting in to the doc, and I didn’t really want to blow $300 on glasses at Christmas when I was already spending a fair pile of cash. But I realized there was another little stumbling block. Just when you think the myriad small insanities of grief are behind you, another one pops up and says “Not so fast, lady!”
I realized that I am loath to get new glasses because these were the glasses I was wearing when A last saw me. I’d had them about 7 months when he passed.
How can I get new glasses? He liked these ones. Maybe he won’t like the new ones. Maybe he won’t recognize me if I change them.
It’s silly. I know that. It won’t stop me from getting glasses; not now that I know that’s what was stopping me before.