What I can (and can’t) see
Made a change in my routine this morning, and went off to visit my favourite team of ophtalo specialists. I’ve been so involved with them for the past few years that I don’t even know the relevant term in English, so let’s use “eyes” if it helps. Anyhow, my vision is less than pristine. I’m not cut out to be a great scout, or an intrepid hunter. Instead, I wander from place to place, content not to bump my nose too often.
This morning required another “visual field test”, several “intraocular pressure” tests (an inexact science that comes up with different readings depending on the skill of the tester, and a round of photonic inspection of my cornea. I think. They never tell me exactly what is going on, and I’m all too aware of the busy state of their department to ask anodyne questions. Once in a while, I sneak a peek at my chart file (which is now as thick as a city telephone directory). Sometimes, I remember what I’ve seen.
Like this: 
This is a rough graphic representation of my vision, in one eye. The light is what I can see, and the darker is my “field of confusion”. The brain completes a great deal of the puzzle, so I can never be sure if I’m blind as a bat. The machine tells it like it is, and allows the good doctors to use terms like “progression” and “second operation”. Not what I want to hear, but you deal with the cards you are dealt in life poker. I’m also now recorded as photophobic.
