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Cure for Blindness

Posted on April 19, 2015 at 11:40 AM

Chapter 8 - My Memoir

I had an eye doctor appointment yesterday. My new glasses suck although they are lovely and make me look better too. But I’m having trouble seeing out of them. Everything seems to be moving, especially letters, and forget trying to read my fish food labels. They told me the new prescription would help me see better in the bright light, but everything is just as foggy as ever. Consequently, I was not thrilled to make the long trek back to see what could be done. So anyway, my appointment for my yearly exam came time and I went in and got dilated. It seems that I have Grandma Winebrenner’s eyes. My cataracts are growing like crazy and there is nothing to be done but change my prescription again and expect surgery in six months. That’s the bad news.

The good news is that they now have “premium” lenses available to pop in your eye after they take the old yellow cloudy ones out, and these lenses are so exquisitely calibrated I will never have to wear glasses again! Imagine that! With no cool glasses I will definitely have to work on my personality.

So I was not only rather blind on my roll home, but also exploring my foggy, or actually, less foggy future. I’ve been playing with the idea (eye-dea) of getting a neck tattoo. I’ve never been a fan of the tats, but they are very popular in this part of the world. I want one on the back of my neck, popping out above my collar. I won’t be able to see it, but everyone I leave in my dust will. Little joke there…..

So while I was waiting for my eyes to dilate I thought about what I might want and the idea of a Kundalini Dragon came to mind. Although I think the Kundalini is a snake, I picture mine as a dragon. Puff of smoke floating into my hairline, maybe flames, open mouth, fangs, but pretty, little wings coming out its neck, then a curving dragon body swooping down my spine, kind of dancing with it. Little feet? Maybe. And not an ugly, mean dragon, but beautiful and Awe-full. A little something for the coroner to find. Is that sick? #dragons #cataracts #tattoos

 

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