I have TERRIBLE distance vision. I had noticed I needed new lenses, especially at night. So I had an appointment, got the prescription and went to get it filled. At the same time, I'm getting to where I need reading glasses, so I got progressive lenses.
Although I can now read the tiny print in my Bible just fine, one of the affects of the progressives is that my peripheral vision is affected. Before where I could just slide my eyes right or left, now I have to move my whole head. Still doable though.
But last night we went out and . . . my ability to discern shapes and read signs is no better than it was with the old prescription. (My husband was driving!).
By the time we got home yesterday evening my eyes were exhausted. So I went to bed while everyone else watched a movie together. This was at 8:30 p.m!
This morning I wore my contacts to the gym -- I don't need to read anything and it makes it easier to exercise. So now my eyes are completely confused and my head hurts again.
BUT, I remembered a few minutes ago (when I was getting ready to gripe out loud again) that our pastor showed a film clip yesterday in honor of Sanctity of Life Sunday. It was of a young man, Patrick Henry Hughes, who defies the label "disabled." If you want to see a clip that will make you stop complaining for a few minutes, see this: