Well, hours and hours of writing, editing, and scanning text may or may not get you a publishing contract, but it will certainly get you your first set of bifocals.
I knew I was struggling to see up close work, but I had no idea it had gotten that bad. My glasses correct for extreme near-sightedness which I've been plagued by since I was a kid.
"Are you taking your glasses off a lot to see?" asked the pretty young blonde eye doctor.
"And are you still having trouble seeing anyway? Missing details--dropping stitches, that kind of thing?"
"Yeah." Dang! Was she psychic?
"You're probably sitting closer to the light to see what you're doing than you used to, too."
"Yeah. How can you tell?"
"This (click) is your vision uncorrected. And this (click) is your vision corrected. What do you think?"
"Wowwww . . ."
"I think you could do with a pair of bifocals, but it's up to you."
Me, staring at the wonderland that was a clearly printed page, "Lay 'em on me."