Though I’ve become accustomed to plenty of gratifying breakthroughs thanks to this blessed method (program? doctrine? journey? cultic obsession? what do we call it?), I had a stunning thing descend on me yesterday.
I’m the guy who, since he was thirteen tended to put on his specs if he got up to go to the john in the night. Yesterday, after ten months in EM, I had to take a short train trip to the next town for a routine 10 a.m. medical appointment. I arrived at the station (very near my house) and pulled up my mask, reflexively expecting fog to spread over my glasses. I walked out to the tracks and then thought to consult the digital board inside to see how many minutes before my train. When I went back inside, I was surprised that I had trouble reading the number of minutes and, without thinking, winked to use only my dominant eye to read “10” for the number of minutes.
It was only then that I realized that I had come without my glasses. Folks, you simply can’t imagine what a victory for me this is. Well, you can imagine, but you may not feel what it means to me. I’m also someone maybe over-worried about blur-adaptation, so I question all these steps. But I went through the trip, dealing with the medical people with ease, getting home completely without inconvenience. This from the former kid who thought he needed glasses to go pee.