Bum Eyes

Maybe the glaucoma is advancing. Maybe not. My optic nerve could be thinning, but the standard imaging can't tell. Or rather,...rather, the ophthalmologist can't discern because I'm "very very very nearsighted." Not that anyone can tell by looking at me. 

I've gone from a crippling lifelong need for glasses to a brief stint of nearly perfect vision to my present torment of retinal tears, vitreous detachment, and laser surgeries.

I could be looking at more surgery, "super glasses" for however long they might help, and a crawl of the descent into blindness where I become heavily disabled. Then someone will try to sell me "smart eyes" when they become a thing.

Or perhaps not.

All I can do is wait and see (or not). But, as my experience with the eye procedures has taught me, I can educate myself. The information is there. I will advocate for myself.

And do what I can before everything I understand goes away. If that's even what's on the way. No fingers crossed. Only the advance of two angry stomping feet.