Unfortunately, you haven’t seen me post for awhile because I lost partial vision for six months due to an optometrist’s misdiagnosis in September. I couldn’t read or write. First, I had to wade through several months of appointments before getting the correct cataract diagnosis, a Covid test on New Years’ Eve, and surgery after that holiday weekend. A month later, I had surgery to remove a cyst inside the far reaches of the upper eyelid on the same eye, requiring yet another month’s recovery. I wasn’t surprised when there was a bonus month’s delay receiving my new eyeglasses in the mail and finally getting an appointment to have them adjusted. The delays were gratis of Covid.
I have never experienced anything more gut-wrenching and upsetting than losing the ability to see what I am writing. I even tried dictating and writing longhand but still could not see the words I produced. Everything was blurry. I didn’t drive much and, when I had to, it seemed dangerous. I read Kindle books in fonts allowing about four words per line. I couldn’t safely walk outside but developed a 1/2 mile routine throughout the house I can now do in the dark. I could barely see the TV screen and, after multiple knife slices on my fingers trying to chop veggies, I turned to more frequent take-out meals. Podcasts, music and, radio talk shows became my salvation. Now I am delighted to enter my office, sigh with relief that I can see, thank my guardian angels I didn’t have it worse, and am able to write again. Now, in addition to returning to write my book about Dusty, I am now writing a short story called “Blindsided by the Pandemic.”