True Confessions of an Overthinker

Let me tell you about how my friend Blob made me feel better recently. So did Blib! There were other caring angel-friends too. This story is a closure to my last post. It's my final one for now about my eye surgeries and ongoing recovery. Please hang in there with me, because this is about so much more than medical problems. I posted this on Facebook during the first week of April: "Well Friends, I had another "first" yesterday since my eye surgeries. I was paying for my groceries at Walmart. The check-out young lady said "I don't mean to offend you but what is that thing in your eye?"  I explained that it's scar tissue from a recent eye surgery. Yes, my bleb shows. It will probably always show. I'm not too thrilled about that, but at least it has a funny name. Bleb. Things could be so much worse though. " Here are a couple of responses that made me laugh initially, then inspired deeper thoughts... Friend One : " I just had...

I had an experience in the check-out line at Walmart last week. It brought up conflicting emotions. I should have been able to laugh it off. Well I did laugh a little, but I cried too. I sensed that I was being watched as I got my bank card out of my wallet and swiped it in the little machine. When I looked up, the young cashier said "I don't mean to offend you, but what is that thing in your eye?" I said "Oh, it's okay. That's scar tissue from a recent eye surgery." She asked if it would go away as the eye heals. Nope, it's not likely. The thing she saw in my eye is not really scar tissue. It was just easier to say that than to explain that the raised white patch on the upper part of my iris is a filter for eye fluid. It's called a bleb. Then I would've needed to explain that I have advanced glaucoma in that eye. I'd continue to tell her that I had a tiny valve implanted in that eye (left) on December 17th, because three p...

Hi Friends, This is a "note to my readers" post instead of my typical storytelling. In January of this year, I posted a three part story, which chronicled my vision problems, from early childhood to present. It was entitled "A Guinea Pig's Perspective". Like many writers, I often work through my difficult issues by writing them down. I had just had an eye surgery a month before I wrote that story.  I knew at the time that I had a second surgery scheduled for the next month. I realized a couple of weeks after I shared those posts that I'd missed the purpose of this blog. It was very good for me to write it because it helped me, but I decided it was better to keep for my eyes only. It was more like a personal journal entry. My medical situation is not something that applies to most of my readers or the general public.  And you busy people ain't got time for that! However, I've since discovered a magazine that wants to publish non-fictio...