Even though I try to ring the changes and rarely post about the same thing twice in a row your lovely concerned comments from yesterday have prompted me to write more about my eye dilemma. One thing that I didn't make clear was that I don't skip biennial check ups. I'm pretty savvy when it comes to engaging in preventative measures to preserve health. I'd like to know if I've got a tumour, glaucoma or some other nasty at the earliest opportunity where something can be done. No, it's just the issue about prescription vs. reading glasses that I was pondering.
I'll probably worry Catherine, the eye nurse, again when I tell you that my problems go beyond age related sight deterioration, which seems to have come on at a rate of knots. Follow this link for an earlier article where I give a prime example. Actually my distance vision is workable. I can still read a number plate at twenty paces. It's close work which renders me all mole-like. The other issue is that I had a squint in my left eye corrected when I was four. Cosmetically it went great but I have quite significant residual perceptual problem. Lack of reliable 3D vision gives me a good excuse for clumsiness. My brain got used to adjusting to wonky vision and refused to change back. A nice optician explained to me once that it does this by blocking out the images from my good right side most of the time. He got quite excited by the quirkiness of it all and I was treated rather like an interesting specimen.
So it seems that I've got a head that's making it up as it goes along in terms of what it chooses to process optically. Maybe this is why I've never been entirely happy with the lenses that have been prescribed by a number of different people. I've had all sorts: regular ones prisms, varifocals. None seem to cut the mustard entirely in terms of correction. Just a standard magnifying lens and the specs shoved up on my head in between times seems to be as good as any of the other more pricey solutions. More ideas on the back of a postcard please!
Anyway that's quite enough of the introspective health blogging. Let's go really random instead and revert to what I'd planned to write about today. In the car on the way back to Essex Lou and I took it in turns to choose tunes from Spotify. This one, that I hadn't played for a while, popped into my head as a request. I thought I'd share it. For it reminds me of a misspent '80s youth where clubbing three times weekly wasn't outside the realms of possibility. Carmel is so cool and this track is cracking.