I strode into the world with snakeskin glasses that my mother wanted me to want when I was seven (because she wanted to stick it to my dad, which I knew in the way kids know things) and, though it was unsaid, I cold never change said frames because they had been expensive. And because they were the glasses my mother wanted for me.
More importantly, the correct diagnosis, meant my first pair of glasses that corrected vision in both eyes, instead of treating the "lazy" eye as if it were useless. This lead to me wearing my glasses, which resulted in being able to see. Funny how that works: wearing glasses= world not a big fuzzy blob. But it wasn't until recently contacts that I can wear have been developed. I tried at various times throughout my life, but they always felt uncomfortable. Finally, a doctor explained that because I switch eyes, but have a dominate eye, the non-dominate eye gets dry. But the new breathable lenses have corrected that problem. Now, the only issue is getting toric lenses for an oblique astigmatism in South Korea.
Anyway, I came to the conclusion, that one's cornea is only so thick and that it's perhaps best to wait until I need surgery to have it. Because it would really suck to need surgery and not be able to have it because I had it when I didn't need it.
I was also terrified of horseback riding my favorite hobby. Yes, yes, being terrified of one's favorite hobby quite the conundrum. Thankfully, I wasn't afraid to get on the horse, just everything that came after getting on.
All this will tie into my job, I promise. Just one more rabbit trail before it does.
So, to make a long story short, I'm not well liked at work and bit of this has to do with my lack of involvement in the foreigner community. There are a lot of reasons I haven't gotten involved but it comes , I feel overwhelmed with this job, writing, maintaining one very good friendship, and running a publishing company.
Well, that's what's going in my life. Okay, not the only thing going on. My short story 'James' has been chosen for an anthology by Liquid Imagination. Also, I had a dream about a novel that I had previously abandoned, I dusted it off, dusted off and with my head extracted from my butt, discovered my dream was right. I know how to tell this story. Yeah!