This is something I'm just going to type here. No discussions. No e-mails. Nothing.
I'm still silently freaking out a bit but nobody will know but blog readers. If there are still any. heh.
And yes, I realize that some of you are "friends". But this shall never be discussed.
I woke up a couple of days ago and couldn't see out of my right eye. I mean I could see outlines of things on my wall but couldn't make them out.
I've seen them all a million times before so I knew what was on it.
My old 2006 Dave Matthews calendar opened to the last page.
A post my Dad gave me of Chiefs from my Nation.
A paddle my Mom carved.
A picture I received from being a member of the Dave Matthews Band fan club.
My identification badge from the Liberal Leadership Convention.
I could barely make out the outline. Not sure if I was just imagining seeing it because my mind's eye - or whatever - wanted to see it.
It took awhile to clue in that everything was a blur.
I mean I just woke up. Everything should be blurry.
So I closed my left eye. Just blackness. Or whatever.
Closed my right eye. Saw everything I was supposed to see.
I frantically started rubbing my right eye. I mean I have been sick with a runny nose, on medication. Could be a side effect. Maybe I was still half asleep.
Within a couple of minutes I could see.
But it's been silently freaking me out.
Is blindness hereditary?
My Great-Grandmother was blind.
I already wear glasses. I'd always assumed it was because I really strained my eyes reading in the middle of the night.
I need to see an optometrist anyway so this is just motivation.
I'm hoping it's all in my imagination.
There's still too much I want to see.
I'm probably over-reacting.
But what kind of reaction would you have if it happened to you?
Yeah, I'm over-reacting.
It's probably nothing.
I've been just really busy and stressed.
I'm still silently freaking out a bit but nobody will know but blog readers. If there are still any. heh.
And yes, I realize that some of you are "friends". But this shall never be discussed.
I woke up a couple of days ago and couldn't see out of my right eye. I mean I could see outlines of things on my wall but couldn't make them out.
I've seen them all a million times before so I knew what was on it.
My old 2006 Dave Matthews calendar opened to the last page.
A post my Dad gave me of Chiefs from my Nation.
A paddle my Mom carved.
A picture I received from being a member of the Dave Matthews Band fan club.
My identification badge from the Liberal Leadership Convention.
I could barely make out the outline. Not sure if I was just imagining seeing it because my mind's eye - or whatever - wanted to see it.
It took awhile to clue in that everything was a blur.
I mean I just woke up. Everything should be blurry.
So I closed my left eye. Just blackness. Or whatever.
Closed my right eye. Saw everything I was supposed to see.
I frantically started rubbing my right eye. I mean I have been sick with a runny nose, on medication. Could be a side effect. Maybe I was still half asleep.
Within a couple of minutes I could see.
But it's been silently freaking me out.
Is blindness hereditary?
My Great-Grandmother was blind.
I already wear glasses. I'd always assumed it was because I really strained my eyes reading in the middle of the night.
I need to see an optometrist anyway so this is just motivation.
I'm hoping it's all in my imagination.
There's still too much I want to see.
I'm probably over-reacting.
But what kind of reaction would you have if it happened to you?
Yeah, I'm over-reacting.
It's probably nothing.
I've been just really busy and stressed.
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