Well, it started out as a good day.. today was weigh in day and I am down 2 lbs... very excited about that and actually thought about reaching into my hide away clothes to see how close I am to maybe moving into the next size which would be a misses or regular 16 not the 16W which I am wearing now and are getting baggy... but I figured eh, might as well get as much wear out of my current jeans before they are ready for a new life..
I was feeling pretty good about my self, and being a saturday I decided to still put on some makeup (which on the weekend, I try to take a break from doing).
DH and I had back to back eye doctor appts this morning.. I was glad we were doing this because I have been noticing my right eye as becoming troublesome, particularly with night driving.
DH went first and I walked around the store gazing at a fabulous pair of Kate Spade frames, but I was really there to see how those new multi focal contacts would work for me.
As DH came out of the exam room he told me he was going to browse and pick new frames. Fine, knock your socks off and I headed back to the exam room.
What the doc told me during the exam, absolutely floored me.. in fact I broke down and cried.
She told me that I had cataract in both of my eyes, the right eye was worse than the left.
I am freaking 53 years old. Who get's cataract at 53???
I will tell you, I was stunned..
And here is the worse part, I can't do a damn thing about it until they grow and get creepy looking and ugly so I can scare all of the small children in the neighborhood.
And that could take 5 to 10 years.
I am so bummed, I can't not put my true feelings into words..
When I came out of the exam room, DH was enamored by his new designer frames.
I couldn't and didn't want to say a word, but as soon as we left the store .. I just let the water works go..
And so, here I sit, googling the shit out of the word "cataracts".
So I know things could be worse.. but it was just one of those things you don't expect to hear until you are 80 or something..