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So, I'm 54 years old, and the list of things I can't see worth a shit is growing beyond my ability to self-medicate via store bought reading glasses.
I've got reading glasses scattered all over my house and my office. I can't read a goddamn thing without glasses.
I doubt that any of them are the same strength and I strongly suspect that I'm causing myself more harm than good.
Everytime I get a text message on my phone, I have to put on my fucking reading glasses.
Anytime I want to send a text, I have to put on my fucking reading glasses.
It's as annoying as fuck.
Since my eyesight is obviously failing like a motherfucker, I make an appointment with an optomitrist. I want some stylish fucking glasses that correct my overall vision problems across the board so I don't have to keep self-medicating with Walmart reading glasses scattered all over the fucking place.
So Dr. Eyeballs does his shit and guess what? I have 20/20 vision! I don't need prescription lenses.
The only thing wrong with my eyes is that I'm 54 fucking years old and I need reading glasses just like every one else my age!
Worst case, I would have looked more like this...
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and less like this...
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Either way, would have been a win/win.
But now it's back to square one. I have perfect vision.
Fuck my life.
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