Hi All,
I’m new here and I apologize for the darkness of my first post, but I really need to express this and cannot do so to those around me. I’ve been a lurker on this site for a while. I think some of you might understand.
I used to love to travel. I was adept at finding ways to go to exotic places for relatively little money. I would go off the beaten path, have adventures and take tons of photos. The fun didn’t end when the trip did. When I got home I would spend hours Photoshopping my pictures. It was my way of reliving the trip. I would frame many of them, and now they grace the walls of my home. But when the dry eye problems began, the long plane trips, the hours spent online planning, the long sightseeing excursions outdoors in all weather and the hours with Photoshop became impossible. The thing had taken two of my greatest pleasures.
For a time I could still manage excursions closer to home. But soon long drives, and being outdoors for even short periods became too difficult. My world got smaller again. I also loved my job. Well, the 45-minute commute by car, the long hours in front of a computer, the traveling—you get the picture. I had to give that up too.
Now just leaving the house is a struggle. Dinners out, taking in a movie, taking a photography class, shopping trips, long lunches with friends, all those pleasures I used to take for granted are either gone or just something I have to try to find a way to get through somehow. Even a simple trip to the grocery store is an ordeal. I am housebound most of the time now. I have to force myself to get out of bed in the morning and face another miserable, lonely day. I don’t want to stop dreaming. In dreams my eyes are always still normal and I’m out enjoying life again.
I’ve seen doctors. They are creatures of power. When they cannot help it reminds them that they are only human and they want to shut you out.
Meanwhile there is a full bottle of Vicodin ES in the medicine cabinet that I got after oral surgery and never took. I know I should tip it over the toilet and flush. I have it poised. Then I think, what if one day it is just too much? It would go down well with a bottle of 20-year-old Scotch.
I wasn’t always a night bird. I used to love the sunshine. Now the Sun is blinding.
Thank you for reading my story.
The Nightbird
I’m new here and I apologize for the darkness of my first post, but I really need to express this and cannot do so to those around me. I’ve been a lurker on this site for a while. I think some of you might understand.
I used to love to travel. I was adept at finding ways to go to exotic places for relatively little money. I would go off the beaten path, have adventures and take tons of photos. The fun didn’t end when the trip did. When I got home I would spend hours Photoshopping my pictures. It was my way of reliving the trip. I would frame many of them, and now they grace the walls of my home. But when the dry eye problems began, the long plane trips, the hours spent online planning, the long sightseeing excursions outdoors in all weather and the hours with Photoshop became impossible. The thing had taken two of my greatest pleasures.
For a time I could still manage excursions closer to home. But soon long drives, and being outdoors for even short periods became too difficult. My world got smaller again. I also loved my job. Well, the 45-minute commute by car, the long hours in front of a computer, the traveling—you get the picture. I had to give that up too.
Now just leaving the house is a struggle. Dinners out, taking in a movie, taking a photography class, shopping trips, long lunches with friends, all those pleasures I used to take for granted are either gone or just something I have to try to find a way to get through somehow. Even a simple trip to the grocery store is an ordeal. I am housebound most of the time now. I have to force myself to get out of bed in the morning and face another miserable, lonely day. I don’t want to stop dreaming. In dreams my eyes are always still normal and I’m out enjoying life again.
I’ve seen doctors. They are creatures of power. When they cannot help it reminds them that they are only human and they want to shut you out.
Meanwhile there is a full bottle of Vicodin ES in the medicine cabinet that I got after oral surgery and never took. I know I should tip it over the toilet and flush. I have it poised. Then I think, what if one day it is just too much? It would go down well with a bottle of 20-year-old Scotch.
I wasn’t always a night bird. I used to love the sunshine. Now the Sun is blinding.
Thank you for reading my story.
The Nightbird
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