yesterday. Put them on at eye doc's and drove home with them. That was amusing since my brain hadn't figured out how to make a combined/single field of vision with two greatly different prescriptions. One very weak eye and one fairly strong eye result in wide chasm between them.
The world looked quite peculiar, whether in the room with me, or on the television screen. And reading the printed page was even more incredible. However, I found that I could see if I moved slowly, carefully focusing on the target, but it seemed laborious.
Finally, feeling exhausted from trying to see, I gave up and went to bed. I wondered how many days would pass this way. This morning I could see with less effort (not yet entirely casual affair) and today I have not run into anything (walking or driving thankfully) and don't seem to have side effects.
Of course, when the eye folk predicted the prescription change would require major readjustment, I foresaw dizziness, nausea, headaches and any number of things I couldn't imagine. Seems I have none of those excuses to loll around the house claiming visual disadvantages and resulting lameness.
I stumbled through James Thurber's The Admiral on the Wheel, his story of trying to function without his eye glasses. His predicament was worse than mine, yet I could identify with his experience of not seeing clearly or reliably. My, I wish I could say it as well as he did. Anyway, it's an amusing description of the situation.
Today in yoga class, I felt I might very well have content for dicussion with my therapist--how I'm failing yoga. There's much discussion in yoga about the body knowing how to make the moves and form the poses we're taught. Maybe sometime in my early life mine did have this knowledge, but I can assure you the ability has been abandoned and forgotten. Parts of my 50-16 mind and body reject the need for such physical activity and strongly resist the efforts.
Yet, there I was standing on one leg, or bending and twisting in ways seeming unnatural, trying to do as instructed. I will never claim to be a yogi, but I can keep trying I suppose. Perhaps I can overcome what appear to be innate limitations; maybe I can improve and accomplish some goals.
I can tell you, however, struggling to see and relearning how to stand and walk (something my yoga instructor thinks I do incorrectly) cause me to contemplate porch sitting as an avocation.
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