Sounds strange, doesn’t it? But it’s true. My blindness was unexpected and I lost all of it at once. And, if I had to do it all over again, I’d opt for becoming blind exactly the same way.
All that was over thirty years ago. So why am I bringing it up now? Regardless of blindness I’m still under the influence of gravity. I had plastic surgery on my left eye three weeks ago. It wasn’t out of vanity. The natural process of aging meant that my ocular prosthetic was no longer a good fit. Even having a new eye custom made last February wasn’t good enough. Hence the surgery. That eye looks great now.
Over the past year or so my right upper eyelid has become a victim of gravity. Over the course of the last year or so I’ve been less likely to spend my days outdoors doing crazy stuff like cutting and splitting firewood, clearing and burning brush, and learning to use a shotgun. And I think I’ve finally figured out one of the reasons.
I can’t see as well as I used to.
Okay, for me to even talk about having “vision” is a stretch. It’s more like being able to see and take direction from light. The “vision” I have is in the upper part of my visual field and over the years I’ve learned how to use it. And now it’s almost entirely gone.
I get disoriented. I get confused. I get lost and walk into walls and trees. No wonder I’ve wanted to stay in my nice small tidy world consisting of my own home!
So in a couple of weeks I’ll be having surgery on my right eye. I was pretty terrified of the surgery on my left eye. Yeah yeah, I went skydiving in September and a little surgery had me terrified? Well, yes. But this time it’s my “real” eye.
At least this time I won’t have to worry about my husband being confronted by an armed policeman just for babysitting my Seeing Eye dog while I’m in surgery!