I can't see to drive at night.
Like a 90 year old woman.
David wouldn't let me have my keys past sunset.
It was becoming problematic.
I had never been to the optometrist until last week. I have pretty good vision (in broad daylight). When he said that he was going to dilate my eyes, I panicked and asked if he was going to stick needles in my eyes.
Doctors make me nervous. I'm paranoid that there's a needle around every corner.
Anyway, David held my hand, I garnered my courage, and the doctor dilated my eyes (which is SO WEIRD and doesn't involve any needles, in case you're wondering). Through a series of "Which is better? 1 or 2? 3 or 4?" evaluations, the good doctor determined that I needed the teeniest, tiniest prescription for driving.
So now I have driving glasses.
I call them my nighthawks.
I think they increase my street cred.