Surprisingly, I managed to make it through a workday relatively easily. My vision is still blurry at times and clear at others, but I do seem to be adapting. Of course, I'm not sure I have another option, but it has been a fair bit less traumatic than I had expected.
It's hard not to feel guilty. My vision was easily correctable- five minutes...wham, bam, thank you, ma'am. Susan's is not, and it continues to be a problem for her, almost eight months later. No one can tell us when, how, or even if her vision will return to "normal"- whatever that means anymore. She is trying hard not to be jealous, and I know that she is happy for me, but I also know that it's not easy for her to be seeing me enjoy my new eyesight. I'm trying very hard not to be giddy, but it's been tough. I feel like a kid in a candy store, and yes, I've had a smile on my face since Saturday morning. Can you blame me? I know Susan doesn't, but I'd give anything to be able to correct her vision. If only it were that simple.
I need to remember that it's going to take some time for my brain to figure out what the heck is going on and adapt to the new reality. Perhaps if my vision stabilizes enough, I'll even be able to play golf this weekend. I can hardly wait.
One of the strangest for me is the process of breaking 34 years of habits- things like pushing my glasses up my nose, f'rinstance. I keep reaching for my glasses, and they're no longer there. It's the strangest sensation, but I'm learning to like it.
I have a pretty solid routine when I get out of the shower in the morning. I grab my deodorant, brush my teeth, and clean my glasses...uh, wait; I don't need to clean my glasses. That's going to take me some time to get used to. There are a whole raftload of little changes like that I keep running up against. I had no idea what a creature of habit I am.
Now, if only I could find my damn glasses...uh, wait....
