My dim view of things

Even though I threw a fit on the phone the other day to convince my eye doctor's assistant to squeeze me in as soon as possible, rather than waiting another week for the appointment I made some time ago, somehow I was still hoping that the eye doctor would just tell me to stop being so hysterical and give me a new prescription for my glasses.
That didn't happen.
He did demonstrate to me that my current glasses don't provide the right correction – neither the "general purpose" glasses nor the "computer glasses" – for my right eye, where I had the cataract operation two years ago. This explains why my right eye is permanently strained. Even though it is difficult, however, at least I can still read with my right eye. With my left eye I can barely distinguish black squiggles that might be letters. The only way to correct that is with another cataract operation.
The eye doctor cheerfully assured me that this is not a bad thing, since the amount of correction needed can be better balanced with this second operation, which should result in a much more satisfactory improvement of my vision. In other words, eventually I should have an altogether brighter outlook on life. Eventually.
Today things look pretty dim.