After two previous blogs about my hallucinations, I had planned to select other topics, but heavy feedback from readers encouraged me to devote at least one more blog to the vicious attack of macular degeneration on my eyes. I won’t bother to respond to the reader who wrote that it was obvious “I was coming down from such drugs as marijuana, LSD, crack, PCP, amphetamines, heroin, ketamine, or alcohol.”
From Christine D – I wrote to you some time ago I was diagnosed with WET macular degeneration. I’m one of the lucky ones because I’ve been getting injections of Avastin every three months. Although I can’t drive after dusk and I need a strong light in the house, the condition has not otherwise incapacitated me. At my last checkup in July it was established that the good eye was beginning to be affected, but so far I don’t notice much of a difference.
NOTE FROM DUSTY -- I SUFFER FROM THE dry VERSION OF THE DISEASE. No injection available, but I’m hoping that a stem-cell discoveryh will soon provide a solution.
From Don-ard – I just glanced through your blog archive covering more than ten years and it occurs to me that you’ve been blogging since Argos was a pup. I’m sorry to read about the macular degeneration, as if your glaucoma was not enough for one man. I was fascinated to read about the nightmare illusions when going to sleep or awakening in the morning, hypnopompic and hypnagogic. In my case, the occlusion from glaucoma in the “bad eye,” I’m still strong enough in my right to drive. While I no longer have any depth perception (and so the current spate of 3-D movies is lost on me), I am able to close my good eye during scary scenes and blur the image just enough to not freak out when the ax murderer jumps out from behind the door.
So that Don can go on writing his new TV family drama, he continues to use Cosopt and Lumigan, the latter arrives in a container the size of a dainty lady’s pinkie at a highway robbery price of one hundred and twenty-five dollars.
Here am I ensconced on my throne, surrounded by my mechanical friends. All the glass is not exactly easy on my orbs.
SOME Anecdotes
>>>Did you hear what happened to the New York Yankees most loyal fan? For many years, Jane Lang had made the arduous trip from her home to the park. Ask yourself whether you’d do this. Leave home. Walk 20 minutes to the train station. Take a 70-minute ride to Penn Station. Weave for 10 minutes over to the subway station. Take a half-hour D train ride to Yankee Stadium. Navigate the other fans, vendors, and chaos to get to your seat.
Recently when the 67-year-old stepped outside to start out for the game, she was greeted by the Yankee manager and a number of players, who escorted her on her usual journey to the stadium, where she was greeted by other players, given a tour of the new facilities, and invited to run the bases.
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you—Jane is totally blind.
>>>Another Big Apple story. Mayor Bloomberg may be scalped by the Indians for suggesting that they stop selling cigarettes tax-free. He suggested that Governor David Patterson put on a cowboy hat, stand in the middle of the road with a shotgun to stop the Indians.
This might be a challenging assignment for Gov. Patterson to hit the charging targets.
He’s totally blind.
>>>Speaking of blind (Who? Me?), I’m beginning to think the whole justice system is blind. Conservative members of the High Court have paved the way for corporations to buy and sell lawmakers.
>>>A gay judge in CA has ruled that same-sex marriage is legal.
>>>Another judge has stopped stem - cell research, probably ending my last chance to get my sight back.
Is there any way to get the blindfold off the Lady? SEE you next month…maybe.
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