The years no doubt have changed me.

So, this morning I was gonna come in an post about how I had an odd dream. Where I used to live, at my grandmother's house, there was this over grown road, and I was young enough to consider it woods. It was deep enough and overgrown enough that you could go in there and hide. It was the only place I felt safe. No, the only place I felt safe was in the middle of it. There was two trees, close together and surrounded by brambles. I would skip school and hide in there. In my dream I was walking around looking for the place and couldn't find it. I then woke up to my sister calling me and telling me my Mom was bleeding again, like she had before with the cancer.

Then, just now I went to the doctor for my eye. This is my second opinion guy. He told me when my retina detached it did serious damage to the rods and cones in my eye. This means for all intents and purposes, my vision in that eye is gone. Forever. The headaches are double vision are caused by my brain trying to read the signals that are screwed forever. The only thing I can do is get a different sort of lens where like...my eye is covered so my brain is trained to forget it exists. My brain is trying to see around it, which is why I have the lazy eye. Which is gonna get worse until I everything is all set with the brain. Once that happens, I'll have another surgery to correct it.

Then the kicker: I have early warning signs of glaucomas in my other eye. Which mean I might lose what little remaining sight I have.

In the mean time I should cover the glass with scotch tape. I love my fucking life.