I’m less blurry today. The fear that I’ve willingly blinded myself for life is beginning to subside. I have moments of clarity that support the plan that I’ll be able to see normally, without corrective lenses.

This week hasn’t been much fun. There hasn’t been much I could do. People who are permanently visually impaired will laugh at me, because they have learned to work around this, but it is not a trivial problem. My major accomplishment for the past two days has not been writing or rewriting but processing more than 400 emails from my work inbox to the various filing folders I store them in once they are dealt with.

I’ll find out tomorrow morning how the healing goes.