There is a hole in my retina. It is a precursor to retinal detachment. I have to get a laser done to close the hole. A called today, and said, among other things, that she wanted to take ma and me to a safe place and keep us there. It made me wonder, because, thankfully, I've stopped wanting that kind of escape.
I have been thinking of the shooting pains in my lower back which come and go and whether they might mean something bad as well. Given my luck, they could be.
What scares me is that my eyes are everything. My job depends on it, as does my being able to take care of ma, and of my life. Without it, I am totally handicapped. Such few cushions. None, really. If it's not me, it's nothing. There's no one to step in.
And this is how it will be. Don't worry, K said. But I don't. I know there's nothing but the next step that you take.
And Rimi di smokes. What kind of foolhardiness is this?
I have been thinking of the shooting pains in my lower back which come and go and whether they might mean something bad as well. Given my luck, they could be.
What scares me is that my eyes are everything. My job depends on it, as does my being able to take care of ma, and of my life. Without it, I am totally handicapped. Such few cushions. None, really. If it's not me, it's nothing. There's no one to step in.
And this is how it will be. Don't worry, K said. But I don't. I know there's nothing but the next step that you take.
And Rimi di smokes. What kind of foolhardiness is this?
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