priorities

Just got home fom seeing the optomitrist, and squinting hard to see keypad on my phone. Mostly I'm relying on my awesome thumb memory from texting so very much just to knnow where the keys are. Go thumbs, go!

Friends are sending me texts and I have to keep going to my son and asking him to read them for me. I can't see much more than lines. The keyboard of my Blackjack has lit up white letters on a black background, and for whatever reason it is easier to read than black text on a mutually lit up white background.

After my shock wore off that they allowed me to drive home like this (and I did, not living far away and having way too much experience driving after taking Zanaflex, this was practically a breeze by comparison) my biggest concern was the sudden realization that I'm at a good part in my latest Dresden Files book and I CAN'T READ RIGHT NOW. Damn! Having my son read a few texts is one thing, parking my butt in his room and saying, "Read me my story, I'm impatient!" is just doofy.

Working out on the Wii Fit also seems a bad plan. Man. I like my eyesight. Nothing like having the world turn into a visual mush to make a person cognizant of their love of sight.

Enough. I'm squinting so hard to even type this I'll end up with a migraine or at least some new wrinkles if I don't stop. (Again with the funny priorities.) Plus I heard another text come in while I've been typing and I have to go have my son read it to me...