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I'm back to limited work and have decided that I need to cross roads as little as possible until my eyesight has improved. I have to turn my whole head to see cars coming, you see, and that means (right now) turning my whole body. It's easy to just twist a little and not realise that one is actually not seeing anything on the right because one's right eye is blind.
I don't have as much teaching this term, which is not good financially, but it's rather a relief in terms of safety. My Tuesday night course being cancelled means that I am not catching buses half blind in the dark in mid-winter on Tuesdays. I suspect Thursday might also be cancelled, but haven't been told yet. If it goes ahead, I'll take my mobile with me and be ready to call a cab if there's rain, for I think rain would be the last straw in terms of being able to see enough to get home safely. I'll spend most of my earnings on the cab, but I won't get run over, which is rather important.
I'm easily made wrath by idiots this weekend, but just as easily totally pleased with things. This is partly the ever-ongoing virus and partly because the eyesight makes me that tired.
So many of my friends are dealing with difficult situations, one way or another. I'm thinking of them all, but can't do much to help. It's very frustrating!
Mind you, several other people are setting themselves up for sarcastic comments from me, for they're having a lovely time doing cool things and keep complaining about it. The other thing all these people have in common is that they're busy telling me how much tougher their lives are than mine. It's a whole group of souls leading small lives, and they remind me that my eye is really bad, but that it's not the end of the known universe. Five years ago, it could have been. This time round there is no potential looming death, there is just the possibility of not having a right eye. And I may well have a right eye, at the end of it all (for we don't yet know), in which case this will all boil down to a bizarre and developmental few weeks. This means I'm now open to bad jokes about eyes. Good jokes are not nearly as welcome.
If I can get enough bits of work together by tomorrow night, I will have finished another chapter. I'm more likely to finish it by Tuesday night, however, for I have so much thinking to do. This is the chapter that Changes the Writing Universe, at least for me. I've worked out (thanks to much help from generous writers) how writers integrate stuff, but explaining it is taking some thinking. Also, I usually integrate ideas using printouts and scribbles and blocks of text, and right now that's slow and annoying. Which makes me slow and annoyed, which we knew.
I don't have as much teaching this term, which is not good financially, but it's rather a relief in terms of safety. My Tuesday night course being cancelled means that I am not catching buses half blind in the dark in mid-winter on Tuesdays. I suspect Thursday might also be cancelled, but haven't been told yet. If it goes ahead, I'll take my mobile with me and be ready to call a cab if there's rain, for I think rain would be the last straw in terms of being able to see enough to get home safely. I'll spend most of my earnings on the cab, but I won't get run over, which is rather important.
I'm easily made wrath by idiots this weekend, but just as easily totally pleased with things. This is partly the ever-ongoing virus and partly because the eyesight makes me that tired.
So many of my friends are dealing with difficult situations, one way or another. I'm thinking of them all, but can't do much to help. It's very frustrating!
Mind you, several other people are setting themselves up for sarcastic comments from me, for they're having a lovely time doing cool things and keep complaining about it. The other thing all these people have in common is that they're busy telling me how much tougher their lives are than mine. It's a whole group of souls leading small lives, and they remind me that my eye is really bad, but that it's not the end of the known universe. Five years ago, it could have been. This time round there is no potential looming death, there is just the possibility of not having a right eye. And I may well have a right eye, at the end of it all (for we don't yet know), in which case this will all boil down to a bizarre and developmental few weeks. This means I'm now open to bad jokes about eyes. Good jokes are not nearly as welcome.
If I can get enough bits of work together by tomorrow night, I will have finished another chapter. I'm more likely to finish it by Tuesday night, however, for I have so much thinking to do. This is the chapter that Changes the Writing Universe, at least for me. I've worked out (thanks to much help from generous writers) how writers integrate stuff, but explaining it is taking some thinking. Also, I usually integrate ideas using printouts and scribbles and blocks of text, and right now that's slow and annoying. Which makes me slow and annoyed, which we knew.
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