Little bit of this, little bit of that.
I got my new glasses on Friday. I was going to type up a post that evening along the lines of "&*$$#%## PROGRESSIVES," but I was too damn tired. Just as well, as I'm more coherent and feeling better.
I went to a different optical place this time -- I like my optometrist, but their selection of frames that are both decent-looking and affordable has gotten smaller over the years -- and, for the first time in years, found frames that I really like. So I'm happy with them. And a new prescription, after four years (!) of procrastination, is a good thing.
BUT. This year, I’ve had to face the inescapable truth: it's time for the dreaded progressives. (Dum da DUM DUM.) They are, at least, less annoying than the old bifocals with a line in the middle, but I still have to get used to moving my head a lot more, and putting it in some new positions, in order to focus at the distance required. My neck hurts, and I feel like an owl. It doesn't help that I've had some trouble focusing for the last few days due to a combination of eyestrain (yes, too much computer) and lack of sleep, which is making it harder to adjust at the moment, but that's my own damn fault.
Oh, and there's the matter of rethinking posture. No more slumping back on the couch to watch TV, on account of the bottoms of the lenses now being designed for close-up vision. . So I need to come up with a pillow arrangement (Missy’s going to love that) or a new couch (which, come to think of it, would be lovely).
And no more laying my head back comfortably on the headrest while driving. I was experimenting with the proper head position while driving home on the freeway and -- I was very tired -- got distracted. It was rush hour, and I was slow to react to a sudden stop in traffic, so had to slam on the brakes so hard the car actually fish-tailed a little. The brakes are in excellent shape -- SCREEEEEECH! -- but I was pretty shaken. (Not to mention embarrassed, knowing that a lot of people were looking and thinking That Idiot Can't Bloody Drive and Thank God It Wasn't Me.)
In hindsight, driving home wearing the new glasses might not have been the best idea.
B is sympathetic to all my whining and grousing, even though he’s had progressives for several years now. “There, there, honey. You’ll get used to them.” He didn’t like being unable to slump in front of the TV, either. But the thing he found most annoying? No longer being able to work at the computer tipped back in the chair, with his feet up on the desk and the keyboard in his lap. I don’t recall him ever doing that at home. If he had, I would most certainly have gotten a picture of it.