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Something Sensational To Read On The Train


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Early on Sunday I woke up after a pretty grim nightmare.  I couldn’t get back to sleep again, so I got up ridiculously early and pottered around on the PCR until SG got up.  It was not the end of the dream that upset me but the beginning (I can’t event remember how it ended now).    Basically when the dream started it was apparent that I was able to see much better than I can at the moment, with my dark adaptation much better and the photopsia a lot less prevalent.  SG was present in the dream, and although the two of us knew about the good news no one else did.  I wanted to keep it secret until I knew that the change would last.  Of course when I woke up things were just the same, which was a real downer since for a split second I almost believed it.

 

I think what prompted this was something on Saturday afternoon.  I had to sing some stuff that SG had filled in for me, and I noticed that I found it easier than the last time I did this, as I could see a bit more clearly.  Of course I still had to use my magnifying glass, but the lines on the page were definitely clearer.  The photopsia did not seem any better though, and neither did my dark adaptation.

 

I don’t know if this nightmare is meant to signify that my hopes of any improvement are to be dashed, but if so I am prepared for it.  I have resigned myself to the fact that things will get gradually worse until (one day) there is a cure.  If I start to expect that suddenly after 6 years of flashing this symptom might be waning I will be doomed to disappointment.  I have to be patient.

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