Have you ever gone to an optometrist? Was he located in a mall type site? Well, keep walking. They may be good, but their selection of frames is not very good. I went to pick up my glasses, well, maybe I should start at the beginning.
When I went to the doctor, I needed some reading glasses. I used to wear glasses all the time, but I found that it was better not to use them. I can see, somewhat, and I don’t need to be helpless when I cannot find my glasses. It’s happened too many times.
So he tested my eye sight, and he found that my sight is 200/20. So what? So I’m almost blind. Whose business is that but mine? lol. Yes, he made me get glasses and reading glasses in the same set of glasses. NO FREAKIN’ WAY.
In the first place, you don’t train your eyes for glasses with two separate messages to the brain. Geez. In the second place, and this is my real bitch, the place where the frames are is lighted by 7 inch orange bulbs going all the way up one side and all the way down the other so closely that it triggered my Aphasia.
Aphasia: Aphasia is a language disorder that results from damage to portions of the brain that are responsible for language. For most people, these are parts of the left side (hemisphere) of the brain. Aphasia usually occurs suddenly, often as the result of a stroke or head injury, but it may also develop slowly, as in the case of a brain tumor. The disorder impairs both the expression and understanding of language as well as reading and writing. Aphasia may co-occur with speech disorders such as dysarthria or apraxia of speech, which also result from brain damage. [What is aphasia?]
One in a group of speech disorders in which there is a defect or loss of the power of expression by speech, writing, or signs, or a defect or loss of the power of comprehension of spoken or written language. See, for example, auditory aphasia.
Less severe forms of aphasia may be called dysphasia. Aphasia, literally, means no speech. From a- meaning lack of + the Greek phasis meaning speech. [Definition of Aphasia.]
I had my first two strokes when I was 22 years old. I gave this background so you can understand that this, combined with my epilepsy (flashing lights trigger an attack), caused a big problem for me. It is insane for any kind of doctor to have any kind lighting that would induce aphasia or worse, an epileptic seizure.
I did not have a seizure, but I did get the aphasia. Half of my body on the right side gave way, I lost my ability to talk, and they knew not of what was happening even though I had already explained my objections to their lighting and why. Oh well, my problem right? Well as it turned out, it worked for the good as all things do with God.
They glasses they made for me did not fit. They were too small. Which pair did they make? The ones I holding at the time of my attack! Good going, guys. Stupid.
I was allowed to show my disagreement with the doctor (who was not there) by talking to the another doctor. He allowed me to get a pair of reading glasses and a pair of seeing glasses! Woohoo!
The only bad thing about it is that I have to go back there. It is very difficult for me to get out of my house for some other reason I am not willing to share at this time. I will state that I am home bound. It is very difficult to walk, so that’s part of it. Would anyone like to come over here everyday and help me go for a short walk everyday so I can get back into the practice? No? Didn’t think so. You guys are busy, and I understand this. Besides, I wouldn’t give out my address anyway. LOL. Hey, it’s nothing personal, but I don’t trust people I do not know. I DO NOT KNOW ANYONE ON THE INTERNET. Yes, I may have talked with for you for years, but do I really know you? See?
Excuse me, there is one person, Bos’un. We go way back, and I know he is quite the busy bee! Also, I would trust any of the men I supported during their time overseas. Aw, heck. I guess there’s more than a few people I would trust. Angel, Debbie, Rurik, people from Eagles Up, Soldiers’ Angels, writers at Blackfive, and many more. lol.
Well, now that I’ve gone all the way off the track, back to the glasses. I have to wait a couple months for these to be made by some prisoners in San Diego. Go figure. Then I have to make the trek back to the doctor. This is last time I’ll be seeing him, though. Not because he is not a nice man, he is, but because it is just too difficult for me to get to his mall office. There’s gotta be a better way…
May you walk with the LORD always, and when you cannot take another step, may He carry you the rest of the way until you can walk along side Him again.
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