Kicking and Screaming

I can't believe I heard it come out of my Dr.'s mouth. It was my periodic eye exam. I went in expecting the usual treatment...but not this. The "B" word. Said directly to my face, in a calm and collected manner, like he says it to all his female patients on a daily basis. I was shocked, dismayed, disappointed, saddened, and depressed it had come to this. Why should I have to put up with this kind of talk? Who does he think he is? If I were young and pretty he wouldn't have had the NERVE to say that word to me. I guess when you get to a certain age it's inevitable that the "B" word be thrown around like no big deal. But it IS a big deal. It changes the way I think of myself. I begin to wonder if life will ever be the same again, carefree with promise on the horizon. Will I even be able to SEE the horizon??? I suppose I'm going to have to accept that things are changing. Every time I go back to my Dr. he will say that dirty word and there's nothing I can do about it. I can only hope to find the cutest frames for my new glasses that I can. Frames that won't reveal my secret, the secret of the "B" word.....bifocal.