When I was 9 years old, I got my first pair of glasses. Apparently I had needed them for a long time but hadn't realized that the world was fuzzy. I was astonished how beautiful the world was. My eyelids are drooping really bad and it is time to have them lifted - not for cosmetic reasons but because they are impinging on my sight. I went in for a vision field test and actually failed more miserably than I was supposed too. I have tunnel vision and the DR's are not sure why. We are hoping that when I have my surgery in January, the light will heal much of the problem - otherwise they are going to have to look deep into some other causes. I personally think it is a combination of not enough light and the floaters that I get so much since my pregnancy with Heidi. Hopefully that is all that it is.
Sight has been on my mind a lot this week. Today my father goes in for surgery to have the lens reattached on his good eye. It has slipped and I can't imagine anything more miserable than seeing partially. (For contact lens wearer - it would be like yours slipped down and you only saw through half or a third.) My father has had kind of a rough week. We are praying that this goes smoothly.
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