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Shuffle Foot!

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In the last year that I’ve worn base-right prism I wasn’t completely sure if it made any difference. Until my glasses broke on Saturday.

The first thing I noticed was my left foot resumed it’s turn out. Then my left hip joint started clicking when I walked. Then it became apparent, very subtly so, that my head is pretty much turned left just a bit. All. The. Time. Which stretches the right side of my neck. In a previous post (many moons ago) I called the phenomenon “my 11 o’clock nose.”

This is the opposite of my initial visceral response exiting my Developmental Optometrist’s office the day I got the new lenses. As I stepped outside and headed to the car, I felt a corrective “shove” from the left. “Oh wow,” I thought “That’s where the car is!” Interesting.

My response when my doctor first put the prism on in her office and had me walk was interesting as well. “Oh wow, THIS is what a smooth gait feels like!” The very same traverse across the office just before felt like a horrible weaving sort of gait in comparison to my princess walk with the lenses.

In grad school, a fellow student from Taiwan had a pet name for me: “Shuffle-foot.” (Say it in your head with a Taiwanese accent: shuffle fOOOOOOOt!) I had never noticed what the long polished hallways of academia made obvious: I drag my feet. All. The. Time.

It took me about three months to adjust to the prism and only 3 days to regress to my life-long “normal.”

Tomorrow’s task: get out the super glue and try to put my glasses frame in temporary working order, and call for an eye-exam.

Although it was fun to dig out older glasses and compare, I was completely lost with my old progressive lenses, which I tried out first. Things looked ok and I was liking them better than the bifocals I’ve been using with the prism, perhaps because I didn’t have to suppress the lower part of my visual field when walking. Then I went to make a smoothie and poured the frozen blueberries from the bag, not into the blender, but onto the counter just to the right of it! (Which was totally weird, as this was also a shove from the left. Maybe residual?)

Next pair to dust off (since I didn’t trust myself with the progressives) were my glasses of 10 years ago, before I became presbyopic and was merely myopic. I am enjoying the clarity of just having distance vision and could probably get by with this script, except for that danged left foot way of walking.Image

Prism is like training wheels that never come off. I shall remain a prismer … it’s either that or the ball and chain of “shuffle foot.”Image

Written by Lynda Rimke

February 27, 2014 at 11:17 pm