Thank you so much for forty two years of service. Why are you failing me now? First there was the reading glasses purchased at the airport last year, to help me get by and read the fine print. Now it's the fact that I can't see for crap when my son holds something up for me to gaze upon, unless it is 5 feet or more from my face. I can't read labels. I can't read the newspaper, only the ads.
Your contribution to my well being is weakening. After trying to thread the needle on my sewing machine today I gave up and came upstairs and made myself an appointment. An eye appointment. Gasp. I am voluntarily going to the doctor IT'S THAT BAD. After all these years of protecting you and feeding you carrots, this is what I get.