An oversight — 12 Comments

  1. Oh the joys of growing old…


    That's what my missus often says to me, (but she expresses it a little more basically) – and I invariably point out that getting old is better than the alternative.

  2. Hearing aids, bifocals, and an upper partial all stuck on or in my head. Bad back, bad gut however, I'm still upright and I can still run a lawn tractor, weed whacker and snowblower. I can even go for walks with my wife and drive a car.

    Good luck with your eye appointment though. I know the sensation.

    • The only one of the above that I can't do is drive a snowblower.  But that may be down to not having one…..

  3. Over here in Scotchland a visit to the optician, opthalmologist, optomatrist or whatever they are called this week also involves  photographs of the inside of the back of your eyeballs, which look like artists impressions of the planet Mars in 1950s sf magazine covers. Very red, with a canal system.

    Then there is the mini blow-job, a sudden puff of air against the front of the eyeball which tells the internal pressure of the eye by the resulting distortion. An indication that your eye may explode.

    You can get excellent specs on the Interweb once you have your prescription.

    • The mini blow-job is the one I hate.  The mob I went to today use a different method which invoves poking the eyeball with what looks like a metal rod.  I don't know which is worse.

      Incidentally, my results today were perfect.  Normal pressure in all my eyes.

        • Two in front and the mythical one in the back of my head where I watch what the Grandkids are up to behind my back.

  4. Hi Grandad

    I've been reading your site for a few years now. As an 'older person' I find your views refreshing in the current state of the world. (For a while I thought it was just me)

    Turning sixty tomorrow, I find getting older a real drag. I have massive vascular problems with my legs, but more importantly as someone who works with computers all day my eyes are going too.

    Having read your stories, I can only wish you and Mrs GD all the very best for the future, however long that might be.



    • Welcome Eric and happy birthday!  Sixty is nothing.  Enjoy the next ten years because after that the troubles really start – worn piston rings, leaky valves, dodgy bearings, rust, corrosion and general metal fatigue.

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