Crisis averted
I put my glasses on this morning and the left lens fell out.
This happened to me before, my last semester in college. It was awful. My left eye, you see, needs much more correction than my right, so when the left lens is out of commission I can’t wear my glasses at all because the contrast between perfect vision and thoroughly messed-up vision gives me headaches. I spent three weeks bumping into trees and things. (I did gain a whole new appreciation for Impressionist art, however.)
Fortunately, this time the frame wasn’t actually broken; the screw had fallen out, was all. My husband took a screw from an old pair of his glasses and had mine fixed in a jiffy. So I can see, given the limits of an aging prescription.
I take this as a warning, though. I’m calling the optometrist as soon as opportunity presents itself.