My vision has worsened. I can no longer see the same distance, in front and it’s even worse peripherally. I try not to dwell on it too much, but my interaction at the doctor’s today really brought it home.<\/p>\n
“Okay,” my doctor says once he’s finished going through my information. “Climb on up and we’ll take a look.”<\/p>\n
I get up, but don’t see the bed. Granted, almost everything in there was white, but I still, usually, have a better grasp of the room’s layout.<\/p>\n
“Okay, where am I going?” I ask lightly. Because I don’t want to walk into a cabinet or something.<\/p>\n
He takes my arm (the opposite of the proper guiding technique, by the way) and shows me. Then, as he probes my tummy he asks:<\/p>\n
“Have you lost some vision?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah.” My voice is more sullen than I intended.<\/p>\n
“I can tell. You were more functioning before.”<\/p>\n
I was too busy lamenting the confirmation of vision loss to think about his phrasing. But now that I am, I wonder. I’m still functioning just the same. My vision is worse, yes but not much about how I go about my daily life has changed. In the past I would still sometimes double check that I was at the right end of the bed. Or in a new hospital (or in any setting really) where I don’t know anything about the set-up, I would ask questions.Perhaps I’m just nitpicking but still… I used to be more functioning? Just my eyes, doc. Not me.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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