Humpf.

A few months Ages ago I noticed that my reading glasses were not performing as well as they once did. I tried to over compensate for this little problem by opening my eyes really really wide, or by turning on every single light in the room or any other strategy that I could find. Alas, it didn't work. I finally caved in and made an appointment with the eye Dr. I knew this would be just a routine exam with nothing out of the ordinary happening.

HAH! Dear eye doctor man had the balls to utter words such as, "over forty, middle age, and other obscenities". Just when I thought he was through with his tirade he actually used the word tri-focals. I nearly washed his mouth out with soap.

It would appear that my need for the occasional crutch when reading tiny little print has been replaced with the need to wear glasses all the freaking time. I may have just stared at the man for about 10 seconds completely speechless. It happened so fast. One minute I could see the leaves on the trees and the next I didn't realise I couldn't. Yes I know it sounds bad when I say it out loud but until I actually got my glasses I didn't realise what I was missing.

My sister nearly peed herself she laughed so hard when I told her I have tri-focals ( you can't see the lines in them they aren't totally old lady glasses). I can't wear contact lenses as I have a problem with one eye and the lenses are not an option. I have had them now for a few days and being able to see regardless of what I am doing is actually pretty freaking fabulous.

So there you have it. The first step into old ladyhood.

And now that I can see what I was missing the second step into old lady hood is an appointment with the dermatologist and then the plastic surgeon. I might not be able to change the inevitable but I can fight it every single step of the way! Take that middle age-ness.