An Update on my Horrific Eyeballs.

Short version: I'm on forced vacation for the time being. I won't be back until Thursday with the TRW update.

First off, I'd like to extend my thanks to everyone who wished me well on my previous post. As I close night three of being effectively blind, as every backlit surface I dare to look at for more than thirty seconds turns my eyes into twin waterfalls, I've started making some adjustments to get by. The brightness has been cranked down on everything in my vicinity, and I wear sunglasses indoors like Cyclops. Please let me know when my hot telepathic redhead will be assigned.

The first two nights were brutal. If it's one thing I rarely am, it's bored. I normally exist in one of two states: work or play, which are both equally engaging to me. Fun fact: both are also contingent on my ability to SEE.

So what could I do to pass the time in my weakened state? Audiobooks seemed the obvious choice. They can last for endless hours without my ever having to stare at a searing bright screen to search for new material. So I settled into Patrick Stewart's memoir; Making it So.

I do not recommend this book. Not if you're a Star Trek fan, anyway. If this book was a meal, the giant glazed ham would be Shakespearean theatrical productions and the mint afterwards would be Star Trek. Seriously it's like 18 hours into a 24-hour-read before he gets to being cast in TNG. You would have to be blind like me not to see your own tits being bored off of you in real time.

As of now, I feel like I'm finally doing slightly better than I have been. I can look at screens again without pain, if only in short bursts. You know what drives me the craziest of all? A new Spiderman AND Mario game came out Friday, and I can't play either one of them because you need functional eyes for that.

This weekend, whether you're swinging over New York or wall-kicking as an elephant, I ask that you pour one out for the blind golem who envies you. Thank you for your patience!