So the other day, I went in for my annual eye exam already anticipating the outcome. I walked in telling the doctor. I knew what was going to happen.
I could benefit from reading glasses.
Can you hear my husband chuckling in the background? If so, you have my permission to slap him. At least I admitted upfront that I needed reading glasses. He’s been in denial for two years.
During dinner tonight, we were chatting about the (gulp) glasses thing and where best to find them.
Turns out, the best selection is at the pharmacy.
And, at the pharmacy, you can also participate in other fun activities that remind you of your age.
Things such as checking your blood pressure. Whoo hoo!
Or, how about this one? Checking out the Dr. Scholl’s cool thingy that tells you how bad your feet are and which insoles to buy.
Not to mention all the shelves full of pain meds, vitamins, and bone and joint pills.
There are lots more, I’m sure. I just stopped looking.
After all, I am only 43.
I may need reading glasses and insoles but I’m not old.
Just nod your head and agree with me.