We’re Not in the Present Anymore, Dorothy

I hate it when I can’t see things; consequently I hate not wearing glasses.  I get a little dizzy from the sensation of not wearing glasses and the anxiety that pricks me because I can’t see what’s going on.  Logically, I shouldn’t be so dependent on seeing because I know that my sense of sight is the worst out of all five, but sight is my primary mode of function (as it usually is with people).  Not being able to see where I’m going is dangerous; I could step on something sharp or trip on something. Continue reading “We’re Not in the Present Anymore, Dorothy”

Advertisements
We’re Not in the Present Anymore, Dorothy