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I have never complained about my eyesight. I started wearing reading glasses at around 50 because of farsightedness. I used them that way until recently, only for reading and writing.
Two or three months ago, my glasses became deformed. I switched to an older, weaker pair. I could not order new ones yet—it was practically impossible to see doctors of any specialty, as they were all busy treating the wounded, while the coronavirus was raging, although it had been relegated to the second or third priority.
So I made do with those weak, uncomfortable glasses, putting them on and taking them off.
At the same time, I started the vision training program from the Store. I still enjoy doing it; the program guides you pleasantly. I do it with breaks—for example, five or six days, then two or three days of rest.
Finally, I managed to see an ophthalmologist. The doctor wrote a prescription for new glasses; I ordered them and picked them up—and they were simply awful. The prescription had a one-diopter difference between the eyes: 2 and 3. Moreover, I feel that sometimes I see worse with one eye and sometimes with the other, depending on the circumstances.
I abandoned those new glasses.
I continued the training, putting on and taking off the old, weaker ones (2/2). Every day I read texts in four languages—Russian, Armenian, English, and Sanskrit. In addition, I study Sanskrit. But mostly I read Russian texts and books.
Some time ago, I began noticing that I seemed to see better without glasses. And now I have not used them for almost a week. I read and write. My focus is steady. I remember the very beginning, when I first started thinking about glasses: there was already some discomfort in my vision, but I kept putting off dealing with it. It is the same now. Mild discomfort. Although, because of a general prolonged illness, there is some fog in my head, and a sort of grayness both behind and in front of my eyes. Out of curiosity, I tried the new glasses several times—I cannot see at all with them, resembling how I used to put on my grandfather’s glasses as a child.
And now I have this timid feeling of joy—is “Life Without Glasses” really coming true?? During the day, I hear the fundamental phrase from the video in my head; it sounds exactly the same. And it seems to me that it has set some hidden mechanism in motion. I feel that something is changing every day.
Two or three months ago, my glasses became deformed. I switched to an older, weaker pair. I could not order new ones yet—it was practically impossible to see doctors of any specialty, as they were all busy treating the wounded, while the coronavirus was raging, although it had been relegated to the second or third priority.
So I made do with those weak, uncomfortable glasses, putting them on and taking them off.
At the same time, I started the vision training program from the Store. I still enjoy doing it; the program guides you pleasantly. I do it with breaks—for example, five or six days, then two or three days of rest.
Finally, I managed to see an ophthalmologist. The doctor wrote a prescription for new glasses; I ordered them and picked them up—and they were simply awful. The prescription had a one-diopter difference between the eyes: 2 and 3. Moreover, I feel that sometimes I see worse with one eye and sometimes with the other, depending on the circumstances.
I abandoned those new glasses.
I continued the training, putting on and taking off the old, weaker ones (2/2). Every day I read texts in four languages—Russian, Armenian, English, and Sanskrit. In addition, I study Sanskrit. But mostly I read Russian texts and books.
Some time ago, I began noticing that I seemed to see better without glasses. And now I have not used them for almost a week. I read and write. My focus is steady. I remember the very beginning, when I first started thinking about glasses: there was already some discomfort in my vision, but I kept putting off dealing with it. It is the same now. Mild discomfort. Although, because of a general prolonged illness, there is some fog in my head, and a sort of grayness both behind and in front of my eyes. Out of curiosity, I tried the new glasses several times—I cannot see at all with them, resembling how I used to put on my grandfather’s glasses as a child.
And now I have this timid feeling of joy—is “Life Without Glasses” really coming true?? During the day, I hear the fundamental phrase from the video in my head; it sounds exactly the same. And it seems to me that it has set some hidden mechanism in motion. I feel that something is changing every day.
