Typical
Seemed like I had to give in and order those damn glasses anyway, and persuaded myself to do it by thinking “I can always not wear them after I’ll have them, but I can’t wear them when needed if I don’t have them”. So I told dad about it a few days ago and he said he was giving in himself and was going to go this Saturday to have his eyes checked and order some for himself.
Well, today’s Saturday, so we went… And my part went exactly as expected: The guy looked at me, I turned on my heels and ran, end of story.
On a somewhat related note, it seems like the old problems I’ve been relatively peacefully coexisting with for several years have all decided to act up lately, making me need to have them checked out, or checked out again in case of some of them. That means there should be a few more visits to doctors in the next few days, and… I really don’t see that happening!
