Perhaps it was a bad idea to have staring contests with the sun. What did I know? I was young and foolish and almost won last week's challenge.
So ... Hurray! I'm going blind. That news wasn't really a surprise to me - I could see it coming. Actually, it became more obscure - the floaters in my eyes and my nearsightedness have been getting annoyingly worse over these past few months.
No, the surprising news came from my eye doctor. Yesterday, he said I am developing cataracts. I said I'd rather be developing film - the photograph kind, not this wispy obstruction clouding my sight.
I am sure blindness will have its plus side. I won't miss looking at the ugliness in the world. Hopefully, I have enough memories of beauty to sustain me during my dark days.
While you can't have 'cataracts' without a 'cat', the untreated result involves a dog. Maybe I'll get a seeing eye dog. Then I could walk into a store, swing the dog by it's tail, and say I'm just looking around. Then again, if I do get paired with this life-saving animal, perhaps I better not ask if I can take my pet for a spin first.
I wish it were my sense of smell going instead of my sense of sight. Without my nose working, I could continue with my works of pencil sketches. Without my eyes working, the best I can do is rub my nose on the canvas. Unfortunately, I don't recall the guidance counselor recommending a promising career in "nose art".
Oh well. Please excuse me. The sun taunts me into just one more game. We'll see who wins this time. Or we'll just see ... for a little while longer anyway.
2 comments:
Cateracts is correctable right???Tell me it is, please!!!! The thought of losing eye sight is scarey sh**. As far as the loss of smell goes...totally doable. I lost my sense of smell when I was young. The only problem is you also lose some sense of taste as the two are entwined somewhat. Still not a bad sense to lose out of the 5 that are available.
Today, my boss told me how his 84-year-old mother just had cataract surgery. She now can see without needing glasses! So that was encouraging news.
Of course, Medicare paid her doctor bills. My insurance will cover a small part, but only when I reach that magical point - basically, of sticking my hand out the car window to feel the reflector bumps. I understand this is the best method to keep your car in the lane as you drive blindly.
I sorry to learn that you lost your sense of smell. Hopefully, it wasn't because your dad said, "Got your nose" and didn't give it back. I think that's what happened to Harry Potter's nemesis, Voldemort.
Out of all of our important senses, I'm trying to hold on tightly to my sense of humor. If I lose that ... well, I could watch a lot of "The Simpsons" and develop a sense of Homor. But that's not quite the same. Though, if I yell "D'oh" loud enough, I should cause some great echos to help me navigate.
Anyway, thanks for writing, Cheryl!
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