A Review of My First Pairs of Prescription Glasses

I have to think my vision is going to get a lot better.

Scott Muska
6 min readJan 6


I walked into the lobby of the office building, sweating after a walk I’d drastically undershot when planning my first morning commute to my new-ish job, looked to my right, made out a woman with dark hair, started strolling her way and shouted, “Mel!”

As I came closer she came into focus. First thing I noticed was she was shaking her head. Second was that she was absolutely not Mel, my new art partner who I’d only previously met during Zoom calls and who I wanted to make a good first in-real-life impression upon.

The woman pointed toward the other side of the lobby and shrugged, like maybe the person i was looking for was over there. She was correct.

“Oops. Sorry,” I said then did a quick bout face, now facing the woman who was, in fact, Mel.

We hugged a perspiration-heavy hello during which I accidentally knocked her hat off her head.

A great showing and first meeting all around, right there. Luckily, she graciously rolled with the punches.

I decided then I should probably go to an optometrist for the first time in more than three years.

The idea had been planted in my mind since a couple years before when I’d almost failed the eye test to get my driver’s license renewed, but then I neglected to do anything about it and just went on living my life. (I almost never drive.) I blamed COVID for my lapse in eye doctor visits, but it was more just errand fatigue (a real thing, kind of; look it up), general malaise and a tendency to not seek out help until I am absolutely certain I definitely need it. (I didn’t want to be the boy who cried myopic, and I wasn’t going to shell out a co-pay for them to tell me everything was fine, which is kind of out of character given that I’ll gladly pay certain doctors $1,000 cash if they can just tell me with some conviction that everything is going to be OK, whether they know it’s going to be or not.)

I could have found someone in Chicago, but, you know, the laziness, so instead I put it off until I came home to visit my family for Christmas. I wanted to go to my normal guy, but he’s close to retirement, only…



Scott Muska

Writer. "I Thought This Was Worth Sharing" (essays) and "Many of These Could Have Just Been Tweets" (poetry) are available on Amazon.