I think that tomorrow marks 10 weeks since the fateful day on which my vision went ker-plop! I've been driving for two-plus weeks now, though I'm still afraid of the dark and the interstate. A glance to the far left is still a little problematic; my left eye is the tiniest fraction of a second slower than my right. I'm thinking another week. And my eyes get tired quickly, but the excruciating pain of trying to force nerves to do things they cannot is gone.
Why I like my opthamologist-neurologist: When she called one evening to explain what happened, she spent nearly half an hour on the phone explaining the nutritional causes behind my little crisis. She could so easily have referred me to any of half a dozen other people.
Now if only one could revise one's eating habits as quickly and completely as one's vision can go haywire. Also, if a contacts person could keep track of the two pairs of glasses she now needs! Both would be major achievements.
My son has kindly offered me his notebook computer for the next several weeks while I save for my own. Once I install Kindle and a photoshop program, I'm good to go. Between the vision thing and the laptop thing, my reading and photo frustrations have been . . . um, frustrating.
Maybe I'll get to the metaphorical stuff tomorrow.