Tuesday, May 17, 2011

LOLZ

I had my eyes checked yesterday morning. My optometrist friend showed me my dying blood vessels, and he helped get me a better prescription. We also did a visual field test for funsies. This is the one where you click the button if you see the squiggly lines that pop up on the screen, first on the outer edges, and then closer in. I clicked the button once. Just once.

Unlike the first time I took a visual field test, I knew why I failed that test this time, and I knew it was coming, but I still felt like I needed an emotion to come out when I had hard proof that I was really, truly getting more and more blind.

So I laughed. I just laughed and laughed, because confusion no longer applied, I was sure crying was unnecessary, and I was just so done with mad. Laughing felt right-ish.

A couple of days ago, my sister-in-law brought Eric and me a cutout life-size John Lennon. It will come out to a more central area of the house when we'll be using it to decorate for major and minor holidays, but for the moment, it stands in the doorway of Eric's music room. We love it so much.

Last night, I went to a movie with my friend. I needed a place to put the laughter. The movie was funny, but I'm pretty sure I was the loudest person in that theater. I spent a good deal of the movie laughing when nobody else was laughing. And I continued laughing on the way home.

As I walked through the garage door, and into the laundry room, I overheard Eric and Lennon talking about mastadons or something in the living room. I unloaded keys and removed shoes, shed cardigans, hung white canes... and I walked through to the hall, past the music room, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the six-foot-tall figure looming in the doorway. And I jumped.

And then it hit me. I SAW something out of the CORNER of my EYE. It felt like small victories, and ridiculous irony, and I imagined I probably looked pretty funny, flinching at a Beatle. And also I SAW something peripherally.

And I finally laughed in a way that didn't scare the hell out of me.

3 comments:

Keiko said...

This post makes me want to hug you. Right now. Do you feel me hugging you?

Becca M said...

You know what I like about you? That you can have a day like this, and 24 hours later, you're hanging out with me like your world isn't crumbling around you. I like you.

captain awesome said...

When I was little and was having asthma attacks, I learned that getting myself to sneeze was the only way to force my body to take in any kind of satisfyingly deep breath. So I would lay on the floor and rub my nose in the carpet. And that felt like a victory.

Hey, I'll take a "Rudy" moment anywhere I find one.