There is no doubt that the blindness on my left eye is spreading. Slowly but surely. It has pretty much reached the center of my sight. When I focus on letters now they are half-greyed out. Won’t be long before they are completely gone, I am sure. It’s getting harder to read, I have to sort of read the letters to the right of my focus. I don’t know how long that will be possible. But we’ll see. You should be warned though that there is a good chance the blog will be ending in a month or two. Time is slipping.

I went shopping on my own yesterday. I managed to do it, s0 that’s good. But I could feel that that has gotten harder too. Harder to navigate myself around. Harder to pick out the right cheese. I had to give up on the cheese in fact.

It’s an odd thing to have part of your eye blind. If I move a hand in front of my face then I can see it when it’s to the right, then it disappears and then appears again when it’s to the left. If I look at cars driving by on the road then I can see them coming and then they disappear for a second or two and then appear again. The blind spot sort of blends in with the background so it just sort of looks like the cars go invisible for a second. If I look at a picture of a face then if I focus just to the left of the face then I can see the whole face. But if I focus on the right eye (from my pov) then half the face is just missing. And so on. Parts of the world just disappear. Odd. And it won’t be fun when it covers everything.

But I’m doing okay really. Not stressing out over it. I think I have come to a certain acceptance. I will work on the things I can work on and the rest I will not worry about. I will leave the panic for later.

I forgot to mention that I met a new friend at the playground. There’s a new horse. A sweet little one. It has replaced Musse. You remember Musse? The small, black, calm horse. The one that never gave me any trouble when I fed the animals. She has retired to pastures green. So now there is Sille, the big and sometimes stubborn one, and the new one. I don’t know her name. But I know that she seemingly came out of nowhere. Limping around on roads near where Kurt lives. No one knew where she was from. So she was handed over to Kurt, and now she’s living the sweet life at the playground. She’s about the same size as Musse and about the same colour as Sille.

Alsp. I had fish oil today. So everything is on track.

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