Current mood:

contemplative

Spending a small fortune
My supply of daily contact lenses was running out last week, so I contacted my opticians to make sure they'd get the next 3 months' supply in before I used my last. Unfortunately they noticed it was a while since my last eye tests, and insisted that I have a sight test and contact lens test before they give me my new supply, so I'm temporarily using my old spectacles to see the world (which is a nuisance when it's raining, as it so often does this summer). I dislike switching from contact lenses to specs, because until my eyes get used to them, I always see the world as slightly curved, and last time I had to use my specs I misjudged the stairs in my house, slipped three steps from the bottom and landed awkwardly, breaking my leg just above the ankle. So I've been a bit wary these last few days!

Anyway, to the opticians today for the sight test (contact lens test next Tuesday). When I think of the opticians when I got my first pair of glasses back when I was 10 (they realised I couldn't read the blackboard in primary school), I'm amazed at how opthalmology has advanced in the last 39 years - old Mr Banton never took photos of my retinas back then. I'm also amazed at the prices - we decided it was time for me to get a new pair of specs with varifocal lenses, since my existing specs have served me well since 1991 but they do tend to make me look rather like Dennis Taylor at the 1985 World Snooker Championship; so I'm spending some of my inheritance - £117 for the frame and £226 for the lenses (ouch!), not forgetting £36 for the actual test...