Presbyopia, in laymen terms, basically means...I am truly middle-aged and so are my eyes. I knew I was middle-aged because gravity continues to pull all things to my middle, but I thought my eyes would be able to escape its effects. Obviously, I was wrong.
I went to the eye doctor in denial...kicking and screaming... after noticing some changes in the last few months. Some of which include not being able to read that teeny-tiny print on certain labels anymore, having my eyes stay out of focus when I look up at the TV, and the most scary as a teacher was when I mistook a division sign for a subtraction sign.
I knew I was going to need glasses today when the chart that I was finally able to see clearly at the doctor's office read as follows:
So, I will grin and bear it, and until my reading glasses are ready, I will just enlarge the print on my Kindle one more time.