gillpolack @ 2015-08-08T18:11:00
Today is when I complain because things are going well. I gained a little more sight in my right eye and I am still short the correct eye patch, so it leaves me dizzy and confused. It will pass, though, when the vision stablises again, and it's a very good thing to have, this little bit of vision. I can see that there is a TV now when I cover my left eye, though I still can't make out anything on it. There is enough light for me to make out vague shapes. This is wonderful and, as I said, dizzying.
This morning on the way to market there was a very deep mist and I realised that this is what the trouble is with the eye. It's why it glares and shouts. The vision in my right eye has been swallowed by a profound white-grey mist, with the sun and shapes hidden behind it and all colour muted to monochrome. Crawling through the mist are the black spiders. Erratic. Sprawly. Very dark and ugly. And that's my vision. And this afternoon the mist became just a little less dense.
When I cease being dizzy, I shall be smug. In the interim, I'll use the patches that worked for the worse vision, sleep when I can, and wait for one that will work for this interim vision. And, one day, it seems I shall see more. It's no longer hypothetical.
In my more regular news, I emerged from the market this morning with three types of citrus (tangelo, mandarines and early navel oranges), a dozen very tiny very organic fresh eggs, and fifty half-open daffs. Tomorrow morning I expect to walk into my kitchen and live the Wordsworth. Spring is on its way.
Today is, overall, oddly reassuring. it's the bud that heralds the sun rising at a decent time and the weather being warmer.
This morning on the way to market there was a very deep mist and I realised that this is what the trouble is with the eye. It's why it glares and shouts. The vision in my right eye has been swallowed by a profound white-grey mist, with the sun and shapes hidden behind it and all colour muted to monochrome. Crawling through the mist are the black spiders. Erratic. Sprawly. Very dark and ugly. And that's my vision. And this afternoon the mist became just a little less dense.
When I cease being dizzy, I shall be smug. In the interim, I'll use the patches that worked for the worse vision, sleep when I can, and wait for one that will work for this interim vision. And, one day, it seems I shall see more. It's no longer hypothetical.
In my more regular news, I emerged from the market this morning with three types of citrus (tangelo, mandarines and early navel oranges), a dozen very tiny very organic fresh eggs, and fifty half-open daffs. Tomorrow morning I expect to walk into my kitchen and live the Wordsworth. Spring is on its way.
Today is, overall, oddly reassuring. it's the bud that heralds the sun rising at a decent time and the weather being warmer.
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