“When did you grow a beard?” I asked. He just laughed.
That’s how bad my eyesight had become. I couldn’t even see the beard on my son’s face. Other things got my attention too.
On the way home, I could actually read the road signs.
I could see all the gadgets in my son’s car.
When we got to my apartment, I could read my name on the mailbox.
I knew the carpet in my apartment was grey, but it also has bits of green in it too. It looks better than what I thought it did.
I could see dust on my furniture.
The pictures hanging on my walls I could now see again.
I need to call my apartment manager and have been spray for bugs. I saw a few.
My bathroom is a disgusting mess. That’s one thing I wish I couldn’t see.
I think you get the idea. My eyesight had become very, very bad. In fact, I was legally blind. Cataract surgery on my right eye has helped a lot and in a couple weeks, I’ll have surgery on the other eye, so my eyesight will continue to get even better. I will never take this stuff for granted again.
Family and friends get a person through a lot and I’m thankful to them. I think they know that. I won’t take them for granted again either.
To you my readers, you know how I feel. Your comments on this subject really touched me. Thank you.
And on that note, we’ll leave the eyesight business at that. Yeah, I’ll bring it up again from time to time, and I’m contracted to write an essay about it and I’ll link to that here when it’s written, but I don’t want this blog to become one about my eyes. Three posts on it in a row is enough. I think there are a few other things going on in the world I want to write about. We’ll get back to business tomorrow.
By the way, that’s not me in the photo. My eyes are blue, not red.
(Photo from photobucket.com)