I went to the eye doctor today. I read for a living, so I am careful to get my moneymakers checked every year.
They're in good shape. Everything was stable; my prescription is the same as last year. But in addition to the usual jumble-of-letters eye chart, we did some close reading tests this time too. I passed all of them.
"You have a good range," my doctor told me. "You don't need bifocals."
Well, super! Except it had not even remotely occurred to me that I might need them. I asked her when people's close vision starts to degrade.
She glanced at my chart and then looked at me. "About now," she said.
"Oh!" was all I could think to say. Then I thought, but not me. And then I thought, not yet.