Wish I had foreseen
Here I am, a full month post-op. Frankly, if they offered a do-over, i would consider my possibilities.
With time I had settled into a rut. I understood my limitations, and my world was organized in consequence. In particular, my main computerplayed to my strengths, visually. Color choices, fonts, screen definition; all playing my game.
And now, not only am I unable to read things, but I haven’t figured out how to adjust it to my new reality. Yet.
I am stubborn to a fault. Not really a fault, but I am polite. There are a large number of assistive tools. Did you realize that dictation is a possibility? Imagine me talking to a screen?
Other than my compulsion to post regularly (every single day, taunts a tiny voice in my head):, there is no pressure. No ticking clock. Just my misguided pride.
If only my forebears had passed along superior genetic material. Or if some laboratory would perfect a bionic ocular replacement. Pardon my dreaming. I am going to investigate dictation. Maybe being a dictator will suit me.
On another tack, I feel obliged to mention a “peaceful protest” underway in the Ottawa area. Frightfully cold, so I have been told. Those attending came by big truck, from all corners of the nation, and they want the rest of us to take notice. Parking rules are easy to ignore, when you are protesting, and the eventual (parking) ticket will engender other protests. Could be weeks before the ripples subside. The protest involves a mandate to get “the vax”. And related rise in their infection rates will affirm the right to freedom, I suppose. This has been going on for several days, as those involved want to meet with the prime minister (and not the head of state). Confusion, because we don’t have the equivalent to a president. If the prime fails to stop by, there does not appear to be any Plan B. As for their numbers? We just don’t know. I guess that someone in their gang had found a V