So true: http://syndicated.livejournal.com/overheardnyc/2825908.html
I had my contacts appointment today. Walking to the subway, I looked at printed material in the natural sunlight and it seemed clearer than usual, even the puzzle. Do I really want to change anything? Then on the train, my magazine needed to be held far away. I'm making myself crazy with this.
It's probably not good to be treated at the optometry college near the beginning of the school year. I had a different intern, who seemed clueless about my case (I thought they at least read your chart beforehand), and I was feeling less than confident as I kvetched about my near vision and showed her an NYT crossword page proof, book and magazine to illustrate how far away the print needed to be. Her card with individual letters or words didn't seem to simulate a real reading situation as well as actual reading material, but who am I to argue with time-tested diagnostic methods.
The doctor came in and had me do a simple test of looking at her nose from across the room, and framing it with my hands. This showed that my dominant eye is my left, and THAT should be used for distance instead of my right eye. So we're going to switch the prescription entirely - right will be reading, and left will be distance. I'm a little nervous about this since I've been doing it the other way for over 10 years. Also, I wasn't completely clear on some of the "is this better, or this?" choices.
I'm wondering if my dominant eye is my left because I read so much, and that's the reading lens eye. They didn't think that mattered. And why was this never discovered before? Should we have done the test more than once? There are home versions which I'll try to drive myself even more crazy.
Vision with lenses is currently great EXCEPT close reading. I could read the captions on an anatomical eye diagram on the wall perfectly. This sort of vision may have to be sacrificed in order to read closer up, and I hope computer won't be affected. Sigh. We'll see when the lenses come in.
I read "My Lucky Star" by Joe Keenan ("Frasier" writer), about evil Hollywood. There was a throwaway mention of a "Patrick Dennis Book Club" and this book was very reminiscent of Dennis (who I LOVE), though the author says his biggest influence is Wodehouse (who I've never read). Narrated by a bitchy gay guy, the goings-on of plagiarism (a spec script is a thinly disguised "Casablanca"), blackmail, closeted superstars, drunken divas, and hangers-on, are delightfully nasty. The writing can be a tad fussy and the plot is a bit complicated, but that's overshadowed by the sheer fun of it all.