23 August 2005
self portrait tuesday
Wrinkles and all.
My eyes are a pleasant blue and a nice shape, but they don't work terribly well. I am, as they say, as blind as a bat. I have been ever since I can remember. When I started school at age 5 I had to sit at a special table practically underneath the blackboard. Thankfully another child sat there too, a little boy who was even tinier than I was and blinder than I was, with a gorgeous shock of bright blonde hair and an impish grin. He is now a doctor apparently. I am not.
At age 7 I got my first pair of glasses. My eyes continued to deteriorate steadily, to the point where I needed a new prescription every six months. I lived in terror of going completely blind. But my vision plateaued in my mid twenties just as my opthamologist promised they would, and now that I am officially middle aged and starting to suffer the 'over 40' long-sighted effect, they actually 'improved' by half a point recently!
I have an on-off relationship with contact lenses, and cannot bring myself to go under the (laser)knife to get my vision surgically corrected.
When I purchase a new pair of glasses the opticians still take a step or two backward in shock when I present my prescription.
(Mr Soup has perfect vision. This week the three little croutons get their eyes checked. I await the results anxiously).
Update: all three have perfect vision. Hooray!