I had my first session of vision therapy yesterday.
I'm not sure how I feel about it.
it's weird. it's hard. it's fun. it's frustrating.
the doctor asks me if I see things in 3D. I'm not sure if I do or not.
my crossed eye has fascinated eye doctors for years. why? it's just a weird-looking eye. yet, every time doctors see it, they want to play with it. they want to see if I can see this or that. if I have single binocular vision (I do not). how my depth perception is (horrible). if both eyes can see (yes).
who knew that something so annoying and inconvenient and ugly as a crossed eye could be so interesting?
(I've had people tell me it's attractive, if you could believe that! I don't get it, either...)
I look at lights and letters and numbers and beads.
one eye covered. both eyes together. with prisms. with 3D glasses.
he brought up surgery again. I listened with 1/8th of an ear. not really interested. he said it wouldn't be to straighten my eye all the way, anyway, but just some of the way. so, um, no.
I got exercises to do at home. and a nifty clip-on patch for my glasses.
recovering is hard work. I feel like it's going to take forever. for something that may happen.
guess it's better than not doing anything, though.
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