Hypochondria should be my middle name - heck, it’s been remarked that Monica Gellar appears placid in comparison to me. Imagine then, the apprehensions I allowed to enter my consciousness when my eyesight began to blur around 10pm each evening. Cue some misguided self-diagnosis via Doctor Google and I convinced myself that this 100% had to be cataracts. Ridiculous as this sounds, I hadn't taken an eye test in a good eighteen years & I’m was optically ill-educated as they come.
