6/19/2004

Worrisome things. I need to get new glasses. My eyes are going again.

Not good, not good, not good. Last time my eyes changed I ended up getting laser surgery done twice in each eye to repair holes in my retinas. I'm afraid they'll find more holes when I go to the optometrist. But I need new glasses.

Aside from the expense, I'm worried about going blind. I can type with my eyes closed -- I often do when I'm writing complicated scenes. You can do these things when you've been typing for twenty years. But obviously not being able to see will make all sorts of things very difficult.

The last time I got a new set of lenses they told me that the next time it would be bifocals. Of course being the brooding angsty sort that I am, part of me is afraid to hear terms like "macular degeneration" and "detached retinas" and other charming optical oddities.

Genetics sucks. Not only did I get weird hair and a face fit for radio but I got the near-sightedness that kept my dad from doing what I believe he really wanted to do -- fly airplanes.

A funny and true story. Once when I was not wearing my glasses I came into my room and thought I saw my cat lying curled up on the floor. I called him -- no movement. Called him again. Still no movement. Worried, I got down on the floor to see what was wrong -- and found it was one of my own black t-shirts, wadded up on the floor.

Though I'm only approximately 18 inches or so from my monitor, if I didn't have my glasses on I would not be able to see what I am writing here at this moment. I would not be able to read the labels on most of the objects here on my table without picking them up and putting them at the end of my nose. My effective range of clear vision sans glasses is about 5 inches. I can't read a book without literally burying my nose in it.

Gods. In twenty years I'll probably be writing in 32-point font, if I can see at all.

Not good.

I guess 10 years of cheap monitors and fluorescent lighting at work are taking their toll.

Not to mention the depressing fact that I'm getting old.


Tilt
hb88@bellsouth.net

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