My eyes have been bugging me for ages so I had an eye check recently and got the bad news: I need glasses and even if I start wearing them a little bit now, eventually I'll need them all the time, the optometrist said.
He gave me a lecture about the dangers of fatty food and the impact it has on eye health. He asked if I had a family history of glaucoma, which I do, saying I would be wise to limit my fat intake if I wanted to retain my vision long-term.
Interesting but demoralising stuff for someone prone to bouts of bingeing on chocolate and fries. Not only was I left worrying about my diet, but also depressed about being told that my blurry eyesight is the beginning of a steady decline from age.
Rightly or wrongly, I decided to go elsewhere to buy my frames, wanting to give my money to someone willing to stroke my ego and tell me, at age 40 and a bit, my future is still bright.
