My presbyopia hit the year I turned 50.Yesterday I'm at the optometrist and at the end of the exam the doctor starts explaining the difference between progressive lenses & "work place" lenses while showing how the shape of the eye changing affects vision and on & on; at some point of him droning on in a monotone voice I interrupt & ask the question that, in hindsight, I realize had more importance then I knew at the time. I asked "So it's just normal for my age?". At that moment, as I said the words, it hit me, the doctor wasn't trying to explain about some new issue with my eyes, he was explaining how bifocal lenses work. He was telling me I need bifocals! Wait, what?!
I turned 49 a couple of weeks ago and apparently have reached the stage in life where me asking doctors "... so it's just normal for my age?" will start becoming a commonplace event. Well, shoot.
My new glasses with progressive lenses will be arriving in about 10 days. That should give me time to practice yelling "Get off my lawn!" while shaking my fist in the air in anticipation of the upcoming warmer weather.