I was disturbed that my eyes did not adjust to new glasses after I wore them all day for two weeks. The woman at Walmart checked them for accuracy and urged me to go back to my doctor. I made the appointment after the weekend and was very pleasantly surprised that it was the following day. That greatly lessened my scope for worrying. Neighbor Shawn comforted me by saying you tend to worry more when you get older. I was good at worrying when I was young, and I must have reached perfection now.

No matter what I did, my mind kept dwelling on it. It was like a yo-yo. Give it up; pull it back. Repeat endlessly. It was marvelous that Shawn came over to sit with me on the porch in the sun. She welcomes the sun; I hide from it. We got uncomfortably warm, moved to the back porch, and returned when we cooled off. I was very grateful for the distraction, because I didn’t worry at all while she was here.

The morning of the appointment, daughter Kate called, which was a lovely distraction. My doorbell rang, and it was a dear friend from church coming to check on me. Glasses were the last thing on my mind as I enjoyed his magical story-telling. I knew his wife’s mother died in December, and they spent a month out of state dealing with that. They live closer to me than anyone else in church and have been very kind to me since John died.

What I didn’t worry about and should have was the weather. The day before, Shawn offered to take me to the appointment, but I was confident I could get home before it was dark. I hadn’t allowed for a very dark, rainy day. I asked if she could still drive me, and she was willing, even though it meant she might not be back in time for a church function. God bless my wonderful neighbors!

My appointment was after regular hours, so I went in to an empty waiting room and was taken within two or three minutes. One eye had changed slightly. I remembered to tell her that between her giving me the prescription and my wearing the glasses on my face, I’d had an injection for AMD in that eye. (Worry is good for something!) It could have caused the change. She knew I had gotten the glasses at Walmart and that they would change the lenses once in the first 60 days free of charge. She urged me to take advantage of it and to come back to her if I have any trouble with the new glasses. I was a happy camper and enjoyed chatting with Shawn all the way home.