
Originally Posted by
murchmb
I'm 42. My 40th birthday came and went with a really nice party and no strong personal feelings about the milestone or the time that has passed since. That changed yesterday.
I went to the optometrist for the first time in 7 years. I was a contact lens and eyeglass wearer with a light prescription. When my lens prescription lapsed and my glasses fell off the tank of my motorcycle somewhere on my 12 mile drive home from work, I went on with life looking through two uncorrected, slightly farsighted eyes. After the usual vision test and staring into a variety of expendive machines, I walked out of the office with three things ringing in my head:
- "I think we can keep you out of bifocals for another 2 years."
- "I see some tiny cateracts. Just wanted you to know they are there, but you have 20 years or so before we need to do anything about them."
- "If you are going to wear your contacts to work, get some +1.50 reading glasses."
Bi-focals? Reading glasses? Cataracts? I might as well make an appointment with Dr. Jellyfinger and see what he has to say about my prostate.
My apologies to members who have already reached/surpassed these milestones. Just a little bummed that the aging process has finally hit home mentally. Mid-life crisis here I come.

Sure beats the other option. Hang in there I am going to be 66 in a couple of weeks and still trying to figure out where the time went.
George (Bob)
All right, they're on our left, they're on our right, they're in front of us, they're behind us... they can't get away this time. [When Surrounded By 8 Enemy Divisions During WW2]
Chesty Puller
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