This afternoon Helaine and I went to get our eyes checked and get fitted for new glasses. New insurance plan. New place to shop.
Anyway, I went for my eye exam. The doctor was very thorough. I sat behind the giant lens machine choosing “one” or “two.”
Is anyone ever sure they’re answering correctly? I’m not. I’m always worried I’ll make the wrong choice and see the world in a soft blur for the next year or two.
“What number do you see,” he asked?
I didn’t see any number!
He went through page-after-page and though I saw a few numbers… sort of… mostly I just saw round blobs of abstract colors.
“You didn’t know?” he asked.
I suspected, but this was the first concrete evidence I’m color blind. Here’s how Wikipedia describes it:
Color blindness or color vision deficiency is the inability or decreased ability to see color, or perceive color differences, under lighting conditions when color vision is not normally impaired.
I guess that’s me. It’s not the kind of thing you notice until you’re tested for it.
The practical takeaway is there’s a good reason I’m so good at choosing clothes that don’t match!