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 expensive 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.