I wasn’t able to post yesterday due to a string of doctor appointments. They started on Monday as a routine eye exam but my eye doc wanted me to go see an optic neurologist ASAP. So I spent all day yesterday with him, and he’s stumped. Though I did find out I have a genetic defect that affects less than 1% of the population. The defect could be causing one thing that’s wrong, my side vision deteriorating at a rapid rate but not the other things. He’s sending me to yet another specialist and running extensive tests. I’m not sure if I think it’s cool that I’m rare and stumping doctors left and right, or if I’m scared out of my mind because doctors have no idea what’s wrong with me.
Right now my head is spinning. Being the writer I am, I’m trying to figure out how I can use what’s going on with me in my writing. For instance, in the romance I’m working on, what would happen if the MC finds out she has a rare genetic disorder that will cause her to go blind? How will that affect her? Would that spur her to live her life to the fullest thus putting her in the path of a man, or would that make her bitter and angry at the world, thus causing the love interest to try to help her come to terms with what is wrong?
Also in the dark corners of my mind, I’m trying very hard not to think about what will happen if I do go blind. Yet at the same time trying to work out how I can keep doing what I love to do if I do lose my sight. And how will I take care of my little girl if and when that happens. I’m also grumpy because I don’t like dogs. And if I go blind, I’ll have to get a seeing eye dog. Unless I can get a monkey! I wouldn’t mind a monkey! The teen in me giggles, and says we could name him Spank. Heehee.