Vision
This friday I will go to the hospital and have a laser fired into my eye. Five days later I will have the same thing done to the other eye. The idea is that I will be able to see without the help from glasses or contacts afterwards.
I have always had rather poor eyesight. Today going outside without glasses or contacts is just not an option for me. I would not be able to function in traffic and would probably walk into things. The world is a blur to my naked eye and if I gaze more than 20 m or so into the distance everything just melts together into this white/grey fog. It’s like walking around in a giant bubble. On top of that I have a tendency to generate double images, an effect even contacts have a hard time negating, because my eyes have a pronounced difference in lens strength (I believe it’s called). My brain can’t make the two images mesh as “normal” people do. Especially when I am tired or distracted it’s hard for me to avoid seeing two of everything.
I wonder how long my eyes have been like that. How strange the world must have seemed to me as a kid. I have this faint memory of using a disposable camera to take a picture of a playground and then being surprised at how clear and focused everything looked on the photograph. I wonder if my disadvantage when it comes to discerning fast moving objects kept me from playing sports or if my tendency to be introverted was because it was easier to deal with my own images than the blurry ones the world offered me. Or perhaps having perfect eyesight would not have made any difference at all.
This operation is not guaranteed to cure my double vision as this can be caused by a malfunction in the brain just as well as the state of my eyes. There’s just no way to know until we’re done. The operation will, however, be able to give me not only “normal” but “excellent” eyesight. I am lucky enough that my handicap is rather simple (as such things goes). I am told it will be a simple matter for them to adjust my eyes. The technology is rather impressive.
Besides the obvious advantages of having good eyes and not having to rely on contacts and glasses this operation will ensure that I can wake up in the morning and see the world. For the first time in my life.
An Old Poem
For my 25th birthday I recieved this from my dear Cheryl:
A POEM FOR PRINCE IASON
There was once a young prince from a land far away,
of the masculine type, cos I’ve heard that they say
that he wrestled with dungeons and dragons each day,
and frequented a jailhouse infested with bears
whom he skewered on a pole, then sent back to their lairs,
and concerned himself mainly with manly affairs;
that’s the gist of the things that they say.
So I don’t think the prince could be gay.
So although I confess he drank Cosmos not beer,
and when Pride came along, was a keen volunteer,
and he frequently swam in the skimpiest gear,
I don’t care that he boogied to seventies disco.
So what if he wanted to see San Francisco,
or, next to his bed, had a bucket of Crisco?
Oh, why do you get the idea
that our masculine prince might be queer?
Now, his father, the king, was a little irate
that he never took ladyfriends out on a date;
but preferred to retire to his room with a mate.
Why he holed up with boy-chums, he wouldn’t confide
(they were strangely dishevelled when coming outside)
so his Dad planned to buy him a mail-order bride,
and was sure it’d really be great.
For the prince was most certainly straight.
Now the princess arrived with intent to be wed
and peculiar buns on the sides of her head,
but alas, he was charmed by her brother instead.
With a ripple of muscles, Luke swung from his horse
and it seemed he was certainly using the force
(and his light-saber leapt into action, of course)
and the prince turned surprisingly red,
as he offered to show him his bed.
In a frenzy with envy, the princess was green;
for it seemed her fiance was not very keen.
She ran into the chamber and witnessed the scene:
she feared her fiance may soon be her ex
as the Jedi in bed was preparing for sex
so she ripped off her robe to show abs, glutes and pecs
all defined with a glistening sheen,
for the princess was really a queen.
Now our posturing prince was a bit of a player,
he saw the princess and he wanted to lay ‘er.
Poor Luke was ignored as they ran to the mayor.
The married at once then they danced in the square
then they feasted on sausage and similar fare.
The king thought they’d soon be producing an heir.
Now our hero is happy with Leia;
the pair of them couldn’t be gayer.
Oh sweetness, I do miss you 
Epic Ninja Fight Scene
Christmas cookies with The Randi is, as previously discussed, no laughing matter. However, as I was testing a batch of my own traditional cookies, The Randi could not keep her hands off my amazing ninja cookie cutters.
Barfday
I’m never comfortable around birthdays. In my early 20′ies I learned to enjoy them by throwing grand theme parties thus entertaining my friends and myself (and hopefully distrac everyone enough as to not start SINGING). I don’t like being the center of attention when I don’t feel like I’m earning it (being born does not constitute earning it). After venturing into the late 20′ies I’ve taken to just spending time with family and friends. The birthday becoming an excuse to take time for a cosy one-on-one. This year I will be spending the evening with Lasse and Adrian. I will play Puzzle Quest II on their console, relax and enjoy their company. (more…)
