Visionary

I’m so used to finding out I’ve got some new chronic health problem every time I even get within any vicinity of a medical professional that I nearly always have high blood pressure at the start of any exam, from dread. We’ll be going out of town in June and my driver’s license will expire while we’re away, so I needed an eye exam, and, since I felt like I barely squeaked by on the vision test at the DMV five years ago, and I remembered once being diagnosed as 20/30 in one eye and 20/40 in the other, I figured by now I’d definitely need glasses for driving. So I asked my mom to meet me at Costco today to help pick out frames (I knew I’d have no clue what to look for, since I’ve never worn glasses other than for a few weeks in fourth grade,) and then I had my exam.

I was able to read about half the letters on the 20/20 line of the eye chart, and all the letters on the 20/25 chart! My correction is -0.25 Dioptres in one eye (the smallest correction available) and -0.50 in the other eye.

I went ahead and ordered the glasses anyway, since it will be nice to see details for far viewing (church, movie theaters, driving) and anyway my mom had already helped me find some nice frames. But I won’t be required to wear them for driving. Now I’m wondering whether my previous prescription years ago was wrong, or whether my eyes actually got better. Either way, I’ll take it!

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On the other side of the coin this week, I’ve had several inconveniences. I got my rings back from the jeweler, and one or maybe both still felt too small, so I took them back and it turned out that one of them somehow ended up a quarter of a size smaller than the other. Actually they’re both probably a little snug, but I think after they size the wrong one up to where it should be, the rings will at least be wearable.

Inconvenience #2: I got an extended-release sample of a medication whose regular formulation was causing unpleasant side-effects, as well as a prescription in case it helped me. It did help, but the pharmacy said I’d better check first to see if my insurance would cover it, since many insurance companies won’t, so I went home and called, and mine would. But, when I took the prescription to be filled, it was going to be $70/month after insurance — about $65 more than what I’d been paying for my original prescription — and then it turned out that it’s a new patented special formulation, but there’s a different extended-release form that’s only about $12/month. Unfortunately, by the time I figured all this out, it was after 5 PM, and my doctor’s office wasn’t answering the phone anymore when the pharmacy tried to call my doctor for me. That was yesterday, and I didn’t hear from the pharmacy today, so I have to call them again tomorrow — especially since I’ve now used up the sample. I think the newest-patented formulation might be a little better than the regular extended-release one, but not $60/month better.

Inconvenience #3: When I used the city website to sign up my kids for swim lessons, the first time I tried, I got an error message and no receipt — but later when I checked my credit card bill, I was billed for that transaction as well as for the ones I did get receipts for. I talked to someone at the fitness center yesterday who found all my other registrations but not the extra one, and she said I’d have to talk to a manager, but the manager wasn’t in. I didn’t have time to call again today — another task for tomorrow.

I think that’s all the main annoyances for this week. Oh, wait, no: I bought myself some black capri pants that fit well, but when I went to wear them, I discovered that the tag says they’re not colorfast, so they will bleed and will always have to be washed alone. Great! I just wanted some comfortable practical pants for summer, and I don’t need any extra laundry loads. I’m not sure if I’ll take them back, or just try to soak as much of the excess dye out as possible and hope for the best. (This experience gives one more evidence that the fashion industry is, for the most part, psychotic.)

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After I left Costco today and was about to get in my car, I searched and searched and searched for my keys in my purse — and could NOT find them. My first thought was how embarrassing it was going to be to have to say on my blog that I locked my keys in my car, the day after I bragged that my good habit of double-checking would prevent me from ever doing that. My next thought was that I was grateful that it was close to the end of the work day, and Dean could rescue me on his way home. Then, I decided to check my purse one more time — and found the keys, very well-buried. The funniest thing about this is that it never occurred to me that I didn’t have to tell about it on my blog if I had locked my keys in my car.

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