I finally got my new glasses on Friday. I nearly crashed the car four times on the way home. Everything looked so weird. I’ve obviously been struggling visually for a lot longer than I realised, and now I’ve got the right help it’s a bit like being punched in the eyes by reality. I’d forgotten that you’re supposed to be able to make out what vehicles are travelling towards you when you’re driving; for as long as I can remember there’s just been this weird blurring effect on the other side of the road, which I recognise as a car only when it’s right beside me.
Frightening.
If I’d have been stopped by the police any time recently I’d probably have ended up being banned, and if I’d been involved in an accident God knows what would have happened. I can’t imagine insurance companies are happy to pay for repairs on your behalf if it turns out you had the sight capabilities of Mr Magoo at the time of the crash. So I’d have been sued by the person I hit (or the family of the person I killed, depending on the severity of the incident) and I’d have ended up bankrupt, deserted, single and incarcerated, having to use my various orifices to help pay my prison rent. That’s EXACTLY what would have happened.
But now, thankfully, none of those events will come to pass, because I have my lovely new glasses. Having said that, though, I’m finding it so hard to get used to being able to see properly that I’m probably more dangerous now than I was before I got them.
Stay off the road, people…..
RC 26-4-15
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