When I woke up yesterday I was shocked and dismayed to discover that my glasses had only ONE LENS. Somehow while on my night table, the plastic strip underneath had broken and now the lens was nowhere to be found. Obviously, when I reached for them, the loose lens had fallen on the floor.
To avoid stepping on it, I crawled around on hands and knees until I found it. Now what? My vision is terrible. Looking through one lens was dizzying. I taped the lens onto the top of the frame. Better but not great and only a temporary fix. The lens kept slipping and needed retaping. Now what?
DH & I have been hermits during the pandemic. I live in a covid denying, mask resistant area where our constantly rising numbers and the pleading of doctors have had little effect. On Friday there was a voice mail on my phone inviting me to a meeting to discuss organizing protests over mask requirements. Uh, no thank you.
I have a backup pair of glasses SOMEWHERE, but they are an older prescription. Finding them would still be a temporary solution. I would have to find a way to replace my current pair.
I really want to avoid the health risk of being in an indoor space among unmasked patrons unconcerned about anyone but themselves. After confrontations that ended in violence, employees are increasingly unwilling to insist on masks for entry. Several major chains have supported their employees in this. Then there are the people that comply to gain entry and take the mask off once inside. How much sacrifice do we expect from minimum wage employees?
YEA WALMART! That is a phrase I NEVER thought I would say. I called them and explained my dilemma and concerns. I am 73 and have family experience with this virus. My cousin is dead!
They found my records and ordered a replacement of my prescription in the same frames. But I do have to come in when they are ready. I wear progressive lenses that require precise measurements for them to work properly. They will call me when ready and admit me through a door to the eye center only. I will not have to run the gauntlet of mask resisting patrons at the main entrance nor traverse the entire sales area.
My last blog was about the sacrifice of reimagining how we will spend Thanksgiving. The response was quite unanimous about giving up short term happiness for long term goals – the health and safety of those we love.
My blog earlier this month just before Veterans Day was about the sacrifice made by so many for those they didn’t even know. The young men on D-Day had no guarantee that that “Operation Overlord” would be successful. There is a quote at Normandy “They gave up their collective futures to ensure ours”
We have been in this difficult situation for 9 months now. I am extremely grateful to all those who have been following safety protocols and provided some “breathing room” to find a solution. At last vaccines look promising.
I am well aware that my sacrifice is minimal compared to those made by others.
I do not have to care for the sick. I do not have to go to work.
I am ordering items from our local businesses as much as possible.
(The puzzle that I’ve also blogged about, 2 new pair of running shoes and some workout gear from the local store that sponsors local events, kept up DH’s gym membership at the ‘Y’ even though he hasn’t been there in 9 months – a worthy donation) Still, very small sacrifices.
I do volunteer at our local Christian charity. As treasurer, I do not see clients but I do handle the paperwork of their situations. I have learned that while state restrictions were in place, those who lost their jobs were eligible for unemployment benefits. Without that, if they are afraid to go to an unsafe workplace and risk bringing disease home, they are not.
Surely, the sacrifices we are being asked to make now pale in comparison to those made by generations before us. We are not being asked to storm Omaha Beach.