Well ladies and gentlemen, I’ll say this. There comes a point in all of our lives in which prevailing external forces are pretty belligerent about sharing unwanted news with you. That’s regardless of whether you even want to hear it or not. Case in point, let’s talk about my goofy vision. For those of you who are new to the wonder and amazement that is TharpSter.Org, I need to give you…"Call Me A Relic Call Me What You Will"
Last year while I was battling the less than palatable presence of Left Eye Squinty as presented by a corneal edema, the doctor who treated me was firmly ensconced in the 21st century and all of it’s amenities. Instead of scribbling his notes about my predicament into my file or dictating them into some sort of micro cassette recorder, he had a headset hooked up to a PC there in the exam room, and…"As Dictated To Siri"
Suffice to say, Left Eye Squinty appears to have exited stage…. Well. Left. Not a moment too soon if you ask me. Last year’s bout with a corneal edema threw my world into a blurry state of light sensitivity and general itchiness. My eye bothered me too. I had to wear my glasses, which were littered with a very old prescription not worthy of even attempting to assist my visual impairment. …"Books ‘N Stuff"
Focal, that is. Suffice to say, you’re favorite blogger on the whole worldwide web has pretty bad vision. It all started in 1978 (when I’m sure a lot of problems started) when a less than ceremonial trip to the eye doctor rendered me far sighted and in possession of a lazy eye (or two). Back then, they used to dilate your pupils relentlessly during an exam. By the time the doctor said…"Reluctantly Bi"