Going Blind

I've never really appreciated how much my sight means to me... Most of my pleasure and much of what I do for necessity are based on what I see. Without my eyes, I can do almost nothing.

For almost 2 weeks now, my eyes have been dry and irritated. When the pain finally became so bad and I could barely see a thing did I finally see an ophthalmologist. Guess what the eye doctor found. Not glaucoma, thank God. He diagnosed me with Corneal Abrasions. Apparently, my contacts had irritated my eyes.

Later I'll see whether or not I can wear contact lenses again. In the meantime, it sems I'll have to wear glasses again. For a month or so I think. I just hope Mitch and I will find affordable glasses.

Flight to Davao is for next weekend. I'll need to maintain as much cash reserve as I can.

I've walked in a dead man's shoes

Literally. I've always found it a bit... Macabre, I think. Sometimes I would watch my feet and wriggle my toes within that old pair of shoes and wonder, is what I'm feeling right now what Orly felt before? A strange question I guess. But Orly's gone now. And now even his shoes are practically gone as well....

The soles are breaking up. The leathers' cracked. Water seeped in everytime I passed thru puddles of water. Wearing a wet sock is not a pleasant experience. So I had to retire the dress shoes I've had for years.

Sometimes I wonder, is what I experience shared by other people? I'm talking about what we see and what we think about what we see. What we feel and sense in that same given moment. If it's possible, then it kinda hints of reincarnation too. Is it possible I'm reliving a moment of someone else's life? A variation of one that preceded mine?

Just what exactly lies on the other side. I would like to ask some people but they're no longer around. Orly. Mommy. A few acquaintances... If the afterlife does exist, what's in store for me? And why am I not worried?