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I keep thinking this not being able to see straight thing is temporary. That I'll wake up one morning, and everything will be in focus. I know, I shouldn't complain. After all, it isn't like I can't see at all: it could be much worse. But when you've had better than 20-20 vision for most of your life, and you're not exactly young, suddenly needing glasses to see is just a bit jarring; a constant reminder that "The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away." (But see this really interesting note on that verse). Then I put my readers on, and life is good.