Seeing is all that matters. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t see. The one thing that makes me panic is the thought of losing my sight. Hearing I don’t care much about, but seeing. I know that I’m whining now — I really do know it — but I have to wear an eye-patch on one eye for two days. Just two days. A few hours into it, I’m getting rather desperate. I can use my other eye, but I feel like a prisoner in my own brain. I am, obviously, a prisoner of my own brain no matter what. It doesn’t become so apparent, though, when you can look out at the world unrestrained and without strain. My seeing eye is tired already. This will bore me to death before it’s over. What do you do when you cannot read words or view pictures? I don’t know.
a week ago
I cannot stay in, I cannot go out. I look like a moron (a real pirate eye-patch would have been more appealing than one which makes you look like you have a hole in your head) and feel like an idiot. Whining about it is still an option, I suppose. It’s perhaps the best entertainment I can get today.