Yesterday I went to the ophthalmologist for my routine annual exam and had a rather rude reality check. She said that I was at the early point of needing bifocals. BIFOCALS! Yikes! Those are for old people. Okay, so the average age to start using bifocals is 40-45 years old, and I'm 42. But I dress up in costumes at sci-fi cons, collect action figures, and still watch cartoons. I really don't feel like I'm at my age, and have always looked at bifocals as being for older people.
Now I am one. That's a bit depressing, really, though it shouldn't change anything about who I am or how I feel. After all, it's just changing vision, right? Not a big deal and it doesn't mean that I'm falling apart. Right?
No, I'm not going to start going through a mid-life crisis, and I won't be buying a motorcycle or convertible any time soon. But it is a realization that I ain't gettin' any younger and can only expect more changes like this. Next thing you know my doctor will start talking about colonoscopies.
So say a few prayers for this aging doctor. I think I'm going to go eat some ice cream and play with my action figures.