Good day Bloggets. I’m onto my second cup of tea. A lovely
tea I have not bought for a while, as had forgotten about. Our shopping came
last night. Oh heck. Really. Someone wants to sack the people who write the descriptions
of some items we can buy? So it read
“A half pint tumbler”
What would you think it was? It was only a pound in money,
so I bought six. Well, when they came. Hub went a little crazy. He asked me
what the heck I was doing with these. I asked what? He said cups? I said no,
glasses. He replied no, handing me, six packs of ten, plastic cups you get at
take aways?
Oh I was so mad? I mean why did they say a tumbler? Rather than a pack of ten plastic cups.
So is it party time at Fifi’s?
I mean, what the heckers am I going to do with 60 plastic
cups?
First time I didn’t
go to the door to get the shopping in. If I had, I would have sent them back.
The sun is shining today and it’s actually hot if you are
under it.
Good, as I have the dreaded job of the dog run to do soon. I
keep putting it off but have to do it, went out to do it yesterday and it was
so cold my hands I couldn’t feel.
Gosh I have to tell you about my true life nightmare.
I woke up this morning and I have never had this experience before.
I actually woke up in terror, as I realised I had lost my sight through the
night. I squeezed my eyes together, opened them and put my fingers to them.
Nothing. Dark red before my eyes.
Then my brain told me I was being silly, as I had lost my
sight seventeen years ago almost.
But my eyes were saying different. They were saying I could
see before bed. It was horrible. Really horrible. Half in a dream still
obviously. Oh gosh, it left me shaking, really bad.
It brought back those horrific hours after I had lost my sight
all those years ago. I felt sick.
I think I know why this state of mind was. The group I’m in
asked a question
“What is best? Waiting to go blind still having sight, or
being blind?”
I began to write a blog yesterday in response to this
question, but when I read it back, it was so dark, I cancelled it.
Waiting to go blind is a death sentence. Being blind is
dying. But at least when you die, you can find a place to wrest and calculate
your life.
Every night when I used to go to bed. I shivered thinking
what the doctors said when I was a child of four. I could go to bed at night and
wake up blind the next morning. I never slept properly after then. That evil
man, I hope he has visited hell now.
Thankfully most Doctors now days are not like the old days.
And if you are a parent and your child has just been diagnosed, I can’t imagine
the pain you must be going through, but, it’s different now days. There is hope.
Even ten years ago, there was no hope as far as medical advances go. Research
has come a long way and technology. Your child I am sure won’t end up blind,
but if they do, please don’t do what my Mum did and not except it. You will only
do your child harm. My loving Mum took me all over the world to find treatment/cure.
I would do the same for mine, but I would also prepare my child for the inevitable.
To ignore, is ignorance and your child will end up a total mess. I promise.
When they are young they are like sponges. Allow them to be ready for this
world if it happens to them. If it doesn’t, then they have added skills that
could get them a good job in the future.
It surprises me just how many people with my eye condition
put photographs up in the RP groups I’m in without even thinking about those
who can’t see them?
Is it selfish or burying their heads again. I know when I
had some sight, I hated the word blind. To me it was a swear word. A word I
felt so uncomfortable with. And this is why I took so badly to it happening. I
was totally suicidal.
There are Mums in the groups I’m in who won’t tell their
children they have RP. If only they knew how much harm they are causing? It’s
tragic to be given such news. It would kill me. But your child can live a good
life, though different, he/she would have to adjust. I wasn’t allowed to adjust
and I suffer each day of my life now.
As I said, I am sure that our children of today won’t reach
adulthood in the dark.
If they do? Well, how ready will they be?
Oh we got our talking scales yesterday. Well. Em. They are
bigger liars than the old ones. In fact they came with a hu’u’ge Pinocchio nose
attached
Oh but the best bit was, they obviously talk. They can speek
German French Spanish and English, well, in German it read Deutsch, In Spanish Espanol
and French it said Francias.
Well, when it came to the English? Hahahahahaha. It said in
a clear voice
Eengleesh.
Say wha’a’t?
Really, so we got on the scales. Not together as there is a
limit… As we were not on a visit to the zoo, Hub got on first, he got off blaming
his clothes; he even took out from his pocket his mobile. Hahahaha. Like when I
could see, I used to remove my glasses, but then I couldn’t see the pigging
scales as then I didn’t do the blind thing…
Well, I got on then after hearing my bad news; I looked at
the feet on the stupid machine. Obviously they needed adjusting?
Em
No. They were fine.
Well, must be because the batteries are at fault?
Hub said no, if they were they would not work.
Oh well, it must be because they are new and need breaking
in.
Or may be not. Later gators. X
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