I went back to Mido today and got my un-ripped contact lens. The old man wasn't there; in his place was a young lady whom I initially mistook for a customer. Both new lenses are in my eyes now; they may need a couple hours to break in, but otherwise, they feel fine, and the prescription is just what I'd asked for. I've been at -4.5 in both eyes for years, and even if my eyes have been worsening all this time, there no noticeable difference in my vision, subjectively speaking, so in what sense could they be worsening?
Well, they say you get farsighted as you age, so there's a brief moment when, if you're myopic, your vision goes from nearsighted to 20/20 before it slides over into presbyopia (as we Presbyterians know, presbuteros/πρεσβύτερος is the Greek for [church] elder; presbys is "old" or "aged," so presbyopia is "old eye").
In any event, I am now be-lensed.
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