A white horse, from my knowledge, is that object you crave, but can never have.  It’s always there, but just out of your reach.  After time, the horse will eventually run, escaping your memory.  But don’t breathe too easily, because it will soon be replaced by a new, shiny white horse.  A white horse can be anything you want/need/crave/desire.  In this case, we’ll talk about the most desired: Women.

Since I can remember, there has always been a white horse in my life.  There are, of course, a few reasons that cause this to remain a white horse:

1. She’s too hot

This is a weird one for me.  I am of the opinion that once I know the girl a little, that I am talking to her, then I’d be able to take it any direction I wanted.  That was a while ago, and the Hot Girl was a big spanner in that thinking and confidence.  I don’t know why, but I’m increasingly more intimidated with the Hot Girl.  I know they’re just women too, but I just can’t seem to shake it.  So, more so now, there seems to be one around.

2. She’s a friend

Tough one.  I personally believe that platonic relationships are never truly possible.  But, unless I’m 329% sure that the “times” are aligned, there’s no way I would ruin a good friendship.

3. She has a boyfriend

Or fiance.  Or husband.  This is a fun topic, isn’t it.  You want a girl that has a guy.  I, personally, would never try and break them up, because you should never be that person.  But this person seems to always be someone you get along amazingly with.  You never really have a shot at it, and if you try, you may be that guy forever.

4. The one I fucked up with

The one from the past who you seriously screwed up with, and of course, you only realise this when it’s far too late.  You might be friends with this person now, or you no longer speak, but they’re always there in back of your mind.  What-ifs are no good, though.

5. I just don’t have the balls

When I was in high school, there was this girl.  Hot as the sun, we got on like crazy, but I just never did anything about it.  This is the one occasion where I might feel regret about not doing anything because I really have no excuse.

Of course, these situations are amplified if they’re a combination of each other.  Imagine 1, 2 and 3 were all one person.  That’s three things to have to get around.  And would you risk it?! But what if you were one of these people being talked about – What would you do?

A lot of people will argue that this would never effect them, but those are the same people that could go out and pick up anyone they’d like.  And that’s not me, and I’m not the type of person to take that risk where I’d lose everything.  But I think there comes a time where you need to risk it all?

So, which one do you think is around now, which one do you have around, what have I left out, which one are you or more importantly, what would you do…

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Jumping into something requires that you jump with two feet. There can’t be any of this half-arsed stuff. No playing around with people’s emotions because you’re unsure of what you want. My worry is I’ve seen it before. Not necessarily by me, but I’m seen it. And this time, it was me. I bought her flowers and made her excited, but my feet were firmly planted on either side of that line. The one foot might have joined the other at some point. It just didn’t stay there long enough, and by the time I was ready to figure stuff out, it was too late. The “problem” is, it wasn’t meant to get to this point. It was supposed to be relaxed and easy and uncomplicated. But this is reality.

It needed to end because I didn’t know if I could commit. There were a lot of things standing in the way, and so it ended. But it’s the same old story. You’ve heard it before. Yet i think it’s time to sort it out. There can’t be this constant fear every time I hit a certain point. The trouble is, it’s that fear that clarifies it in that specific light, making me think that that’s the way it is. Yes yes, I know, that doesn’t make any sense.

Writing my posts, however, is my way of letting go of things. I write them as my therapy. Of course I want them to be read. So I let people know, and I hope that they read them. But that isn’t the reason they’re there. I might write some things that aren’t very nice and some things that hurt. But, I don’t write them for that purpose. And, writing them might be wrong in every single way but I’m not sure I would stop. So if it hurts and bruises and bleeds, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting and having to do it this way, but know that it isn’t the point of it all. Someone I met the other day told me that as soon as I start editing myself, and leaving things out like that, then it stops being real and honest. And it stops being me. Those of you that really know me will know that all I need is honesty.

I hope you can see that this is my attempt of admitting I’ve been wrong. I like to think I’m always right.  However, now I’m swallowing that pill. I’m done being a douche – it’s really not who I am. Or not someone I want to be. I’ve said it before; if you don’t learn from the experience then there was no real point to it in the first place. So I’ll be more mindful about jumping in and do it properly when I should be and stop being a mind fuck for people that matter. If only it was all a little simpler to do. If only we weren’t tiptoeing, afraid to make the leap. If only things weren’t so fragile. If only were weren’t so black and blue. But it’s exactly all of that which will make it all worth it in the end…

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I love you. You have been so good to me. I know I neglected you for so long after I first met you, but that was only because your inner beauty was still hidden to me. Since I came back to you in early 2009, you have given me so much joy.

A shoulder to cry on
Yes, when I was a bucket of uselessness after being ripped to shreds by an ex, you brought me back to life and even helped me grow stronger

A date
While some say you’re not a dating site, you are one of the best ways to find people. You have let me meet new people, some of which allowed me to be me, and some that allowed me to take them out to wine and dine. And some that just forgot about the wining and dining and led me straight into their rooms.

Friends
There are the most amazing people out there that you have shown me. Some of these people I could not live without now.

A Blog
Yes, without you, I would never have started blogging. I saw many blogs through you, and you gave me that one spark to start my own.  You’ve let me tell my story. People have learnt A Little Bit About Me.

A place to vent
You have let me bitch about every small issue which others related to.

Prizes
You’ve let me win some pretty cool things once or twice!

There are so many other reasons why I love you, but this will do for now.
And, so to thank you just a bit more, I’ve added your new sexy tweet button here for people to tell everyone else just how cool you are.

All my love,
BC.

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As I type, I’m sitting in my happy place. I’m on the couch of my grandmother’s home in Hermanus. I look out the window in one direction and I see mountains. In the other, I see the small koppie that once had an electric candle on it’s head before a fire changed that. I’ve been coming to this home before I was born, and Hermanus has only good memories for me. It keeps me sane. I think a lot of that has to do with my gran too. She sits here struggling to read her crossword puzzle now, sometimes commenting on the way the village has changed so much or to pass some more of her dry humour that I understand so well. It all comes together beautifully.

I have only ever brought one girl here, and even though that remembrance is always here, it is something that is now part of this place, and it’s something I’m glad is . I’ve walked around the nature reserve and driven the road staring at the houses. I’ve spent many many days on the beaches, which started out with building sand-castles and then developed into admiration of the talents that visited the white sands.

This is my escape. My calm. My place. I sit here and watch the rain fall outside. It makes me happy inside. And it’s better than any drug you’ve ever tried. I think my point here is that everyone should have some kind of escape. Whether it is a real place or a place you disappear to when you vanish into your head. The memory and the significance of my happy place holds everything I need to focus and stay sane. And I would suggest you go and do the same…

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It centres around a young man and woman that each clear their memories of each other because of her unhappiness and his anger that she did hers. All is well until he’s going through each memory before it’s erased and he realises that he doesn’t want them erased, and this got me thinking – Why would anyone want to erase a memory like that… Or any memory at all?

A memory can be found in several ways. It can hit you when you’re least expecting, by even just the smallest sense being touched. And our past, is our past. For the all the hurt and pain, there is also happiness and ecstasy. And most importantly, it makes us who we are. We learn from our mistakes, and we grow. And, I can’t help but think that without these memories we’d be bland drones, all on auto-pilot.

One of the many noteworthy quotes was this: “I wish I had stayed too. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had… I wish I had stayed. I do.” I know how he feels. I know that ‘I wish’ feeling well. Regret offers many issues, and along with it, you’ll want to either go back, or erase it. But doesn’t enough regret force you to stop wanting to feel it again?

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

- “Eloisa to Abelard” Alexander Pope

I dunno. Maybe it’s just me, but I could never erase a memory. And there can’t be a double standard of “only erasing the bad ones” because we will always need the comparison of the two. Both sides of the coin. The contrast. All just there to be able to show you how good the good really was without forgetting the bad that got you to the good in the first place.

The movie showed the two main characters finding each other again, after each memory had already gone. They fell in love all over again. You can erase the memory, but if it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. Perhaps it was their second chance at fate? So, even though the movie left me a little melancholy, maybe it showed that despite it all, you can always go back to square one and try it all over again…

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I’m always right.  I’ve always been right.  But just once, I wanted to be wrong.  I wanted every feeling to be wrong.  So I went to the party.  I went with the intention of being a nice person.  And hoping for the best.   And I did.  I put all doubt aside, (mostly), and went.   But I was right.  Everything I had told my mind and my friends were right.  Oh, the irony of how we used to argue that she was always right.

I’m glad I didn’t try write and post on Saturday when I was so angry, because I would’ve probably been mean and brutal to the parties involved, but DTradegy cleared that up for me.  So I’m not going to be childish about this.  I’m going to tell the truth, because that’s what I do.

Through my medium-crisis breakdown a couple of weeks ago, I spoke about ending things with a girl.  It had reached the point where it had to go one of two ways, and this is the choice I made.  I have my reasons, and I’m not going to go into them now, but they are there.  And they are mine.  And they are valid.  But it was mainly because I had trust issues.  I was screwed over in the past, and yes, it’s going to effect the future, but that is my burden now.  And when I asked about what was going on, I was told there was nothing to worry about.   That I was being silly.  That there was no flirting.  That what I was seeing wasn’t really what I was seeing.  Yet, just three weeks later, here they were together.  I might be overly paranoid sometimes, but here it was, for all to see.  That makes me feel pretty kak.

I was upset because I did/do actually care. And that’s normal.  But I’m not sure if people were being malicious. AND, what really annoys me, is that the guy involved knew the situation.  He knows me.  Yet he didn’t even say a word to me about things.  But I suppose this is how people are.  People only have themselves in mind, and maybe we all need to start to be the same for self-preservation and a drama free life?  I’m also shocked at how fast she got over things.  Which makes me think that she was just trying to throw it in my face, but the other side of my head says to not think that, that people are not malicious and that their actions are, in fact, for themselves.  Or maybe this really was her way of saying fuck you?

In the last few days of thinking about it, I have come to some clear conclusions that I am fully aware of:

• I ended things – This doesn’t change how I felt.  I guess you have your reasons for doing what you did, but I also want you to be aware of what you’re doing.  I’m not here to hurt you, so get that out your head.  But just think about why I might be behaving the way I am.  Think about yourself.  Don’t force things just because you want something.  I know I have my problems, but I know pushing it now would not have helped anyone.
• My gut is right.  Always.
• People never surprise you.
• I have awesome people in my life – You should know who you are.

So I’m done ranting and talking about this now.  I’ve had enough of it pressed on inside.  But I have a friend’s voice of reason in my head that always reminds me of how things are.  He’s telling me to stop over-thinking every issue and just let things happen.  And so I shall…

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Saturday

I woke up somewhere after lunch to the voices of my male housemate, A, and our very good friend and neighbour, L.  I heard talk of ICU and hospital.  I was very confused.  I stumbled out of bed once L had left.  Apparently, my other housemate, J, was in ICU.  She had had trouble over the past week or so with speaking.  She just couldn’t get the words out.  She had an appointment with the neurologist on Friday, and that was the last time we had seen her.  During her MRI, she had her first seizure.  This was all a little mind blowing.

There was a sms from a friend I had promised to do brunch with.  She wanted to know if I was still alive.  In her awesomeness, she excused my tardiness, and we met for  brunch – At 3pm.  She let me bitch about my previous evening, and she bitched too.  I value her friendship very dearly, and appreciate being her Coop.

I went to Oblivion that evening to see an old friend who was now back in Cape Town after a medium stint in Londontown.  It was good having her back and joking with her and her clearly over- (or painfully under-) sexed friends.  I had a good little chuckle about one of these friends:  Her boyfriend, who’s birthday it was, seemed to have something against me.  Or his friend did.  Either way, I heard them talking about slapping me.  I waited patiently, but alas, there was no outcome.  In the mood I was in, it would’ve been interesting.  A good night was had.

Sunday

The morning was spent at the hospital.  I really don’t want to be insensitive, but I’m a little tired of hospitals.  After the last few weeks with my gran, I can barely handle being in them right now.  But A and I were asked to be there.  We, eventually, met with the surgeon for him to explain what was going on.  J has been diagnosed with Encephalitis.  The problem is, they don’t actually know which form.  She had a Lumbar Puncture, and they know what, they just couldn’t see why. It could, hopefully, be one of two reasons – one being so new and rare, that only a lab in Oxford could do the tests.  And that may take up to two months.  They’ll still be doing other tests, though.  He explained to us that she’ll be there for at least 10 days, but when she comes home, we need to monitor her.   She won’t be back at work for 3 months, and will not be allowed to drive for around a year due to the seizures.  Yes, this is pretty hectic.

The afternoon and evening and night was spent with a girl.  A girl I have been seeing for a few months.  Spending time with her has always been about us.  And most of it was spent in bed, and rightly so as whatever went on in that bed was most certainly worth it.

Monday

I had Monday off as I was going to see Portugal take on Korea DPR for a lunch-time kickoff, so I had a bit of a lie in with the girl as she called into work saying she was going to the doctor as she was sick.  A valid excuse.  Almost.

Met Grum at his office just before 12 and we made our way to the Green Point Stadium.  Seating was pretty awesome, on the 2nd tier of the Korea goal for the second half, which meant we witnessed 6 goals at that end, which was pretty spectacular.

A friend sent me a song in the evening.  A song I’ve been looking for for a while and really couldn’t find it.  Not even on YouTube, and here she was sending it to me.  If you can, listen to Evermore’s This Is Love. I love it.

Tuesday

I worked like a trojan.  Not sure what was different, but I got a lot done.  I think it might have been the different type of work, but either way, there was a strange inkling that wanted me to work through the Bafana game.  But that was foolish thinking and I eventually trundled off to the Mexican Shebeen.  They were fairly expensive, but the girls really made up for it.  Their little dresses and very attractive legs gave us a good football distraction.  Plus their half-time dance is definitely worth seeing. (Really!)

The night was perfectly capped off with a great big fat Royale burger and brilliant company.

Wednesday

Today was not a good day.  Today brought out my worst insecurities.  I have bad bad trust issues.  After my ex cheated, and then lied to me, I’ve learnt that trusting people has become difficult – Especially as truth was one of her biggest values.  So now, I have issues with it.  My mind plays tricks on me, even when it’s wrong.  This was one reason my last little relationship failed, and it is why this one did too.  I couldn’t anymore.  I couldn’t lie in bed not knowing.  Knowing the type of people she was with.  I had been broken before and I just couldn’t.  So today, I did the difficult thing and ended things with the girl.  Again.  We had not even been properly dating, which only made things worse, or at least much more complicated.  I’m not going into more details now, but there were feelings involved from both of us.  I just wasn’t in a good place and jumping with two feet now would have only meant one of us, or both, would get hurt.

Thursday

Today was a good day, perspectively.  Work has some very interesting things going on.  More interesting than I can actually mention here.  And today, I did something completely out of the blue that both upset and overjoyed people.  I have a good friend that has been trying her hardest to get a ticket to a World Cup game, but without success.  So, after seeing four games already, I decided to sell her my ticket.  I was online, and even that was enough to know she was going to explode with excitement.  It made her very happy, and I’m glad I could help her.

But no good deed goes unpunished.  I managed to upset no less than three people in selling this ticket.  The first being someone who I was going with.  To be honest, I’m not entirely sure why it upset him so much, but it did.  He threw his toys, but I didn’t see a point, and he eventually put on his big girl panties and went.  The second was a friend I said I would do the whole thing with because she was going with randoms.  I’m not too concerned about this as she actually needs to learn about being around more people.  The last, and probably the one I’m most intrigued about was someone who I said I would take a photo of.  But not just any photo – A really different and brilliant photo that I could only take at this game.  She is a very very new friend, but I feel like I let her down.  I’m not sure she’ll get over it.

Looking at the pros and cons of this decision, however, I am happy with what I did and I know Robyn really appreciates it.

It’s been an interesting few days, but I’m started to feel more myself now.  I’ve made some mental changes, and certainly will be doing more for myself in one or two ways.  Times like this make you realise who your friends are, and sometimes, you need it.

And so, basically, the crux of the matter?  I’m back…

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As my friends, you should know I’m going through one or two things. You should know my gran is very ill – Someone who I am very close to. You should know this is bad enough. Then, of course, I’m dealing with getting through each month, money-wise. And then, like most people, I have work going on. Something that is taking most of my energy.  There is a lot happening. Every little thing is effecting me.  I am not where I want to be.  My mind is sad.

I say these things because apparently I need to. I’m over being taken for granted. I’ve had enough of it. Sometimes it’s not about you. I’m not asking for it to be about me, I’d just like some consideration before things are done. I don’t need to explain it more. If I need to, then it’s really not worth it.

I feel I’m heading backwards, somewhere I really don’t want to be. So, if I snap at you now, I’m probably sorry, but it’s likely that you deserved it. I’d just appreciate a little leeway and space when I want it.

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I am a big footie fan. I am a proudly Man United supporter and support England football. It might be hypocritical, but only their football. I can’t stand their rugby or cricket sides, and love to see them lose, but the football side provides me a proper, realistic chance of a win, and as an United support, I feel it’s okay. I am fully behind Bafana, but they can not win the cup.
Anyway, the long and the short of it, I will be supporting England. And like their cricket and rugby sections, the football side is one where others love to hate them. But it’s okay, cos this time around, we have some masterclass players! Like Rio and Theo. Hmmmmm… Or not so much. Walcott wasn’t selected and Ferdinand has been ruled out by injury. In saying that, I still have full faith in the squad that Capello has put together.

While we’re on the subject, there are a whole horde of big names that aren’t going to be here. My biggest is Ronaldinho. While I wouldn’t be supporting the Brazilians, nor seeing any of their games live, I fail to see how you can not select such an influential player of his skill calibre. Other’s include: Cech, Modric, Arshavin, Ibramovic who’s country’s did not make it to these games. Ballack and Beckham who are inured. Riquelme, Benzema, Nasri, van Nistelrooy, Arteta, Cambiasso and Ronaldinho who were simply not selected. It boggles my mind. That doesn’t mean there won’t be big names here. I’m lucky enough to be going to all the group games here in Cape Town and will be seeing Rooney and Ronaldo, amongst others, which makes me very happy inside.

I’ve never been one to write about a trending topic purely for blog traffic. My blog isn’t about that. I wrote about the Taylor incident because of how I felt, and I write this for the same reason: Passion. My only concern is that it’ll be over and gone far too soon. There is so much excitement about, but good things tend to pass quickly. And what will happen to the rest of the country after the “world cup will save us all” phase? Hotels are no where near fully occupied now, and there will be new, overly large stadia spattered around the country that will never again be full. But this is now. The gees that everyone is talking about must have hit everyone. And if not, snap out of it, and embrace the love of the game, even if it is for only a few weeks. Besides, this is Cape Town. Out town. People hear about our city from all over the world, and now you get to show them just how amazing it is. Yes, football might not be for everyone, and maybe a good party isn’t either. But feel the passion. Enjoy the vibe. Embrace it. Cos we’ll all be a little sad when it’s gone.

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I’ve been wearing glasses a long time, and after a while, you look to other methods of seeing. Bring on the contact lens. Not sure how old I was when I first got contacts. I must have been about 14 I guess. I also have a clear memory of this moment. Sitting in the chair chatting to the doc. I was always afraid that I’d never be able to put them in properly and would be doomed with glasses forever. But I stood in front of the mirror, and just popped it in first time! It was amazing. Until I had to take the bloody things out. For those of you that don’t know, in order to remove a contact lens from your eye ball, you have to grab the lens with two fingers and pull. Yes, your fingers are going to be touching your actual eye. I was petrified that I was going to grab too hard or something and that would be the end. There’d be eye-juice everywhere.

But as it turned out, you get used to it. And as a person at the foothills of puberty, this was awesome news. I remember wearing them a lot, as you do in order to see. One time, I did the unthinkable. I slept with them in! Can’t remember why, or more than that, but I woke up thinking my eyes were gonna be rolling around the floor. But not to be. I was okay. Besides the terrible dryness, but okay. But I would never do it again. But I did. A few times. I mean, you do as you get older – There will be certain situations that mean you can’t take them out.

When I was 17, nearly 18, my parents were away for the weekend. I had invited some people over for a movie and got comfortable on the couch with one of the people. My right eye was itchy and a bit irritable, but I didn’t think anything of it. I continued to watch the movie without any concerns, and let’s be honest, I wasn’t going to go put on my glasses now. If memory serves me, I think I fell asleep with the lenses in that night.

The next day, Sunday, my parents were back relatively early, and my eye was bright red. I had taken the contacts out and was wearing glasses, but my mother at her neurotic best wasn’t having any of it. Now, living in Botswana had it’s benefits, but easily accessible private healthcare on a Sunday was not one of them. So off we went to the GP centre. Our usual GP wasn’t there at the time, and so we settled for a lady I had never seen before. Dr Shams. No, I’m not kidding. She took a long look at the eye and said it was a simple scratch on the eye and that I should cover it for 24 hours. So, she patched it up, and sent me on my way.

Everything seems to be alright, except it seems much more uncomfortable. Reassurance was made that I hadn’t given it enough time. So off to bed I went with a mild pain killer. Now, I know one or two things about pain. I have had all sorts of things done to me, bones broken, needles placed, but I have never known pain like this. I once read that pain is just your body telling you there is something wrong. You should heed such a warning. Over the course of that night, let’s say 8 hours, I took 10 Myprodol. That’s enough drugs to make any codeine addict happy. It was the most unpleasant night. I would wake up with pain shooting through my head. I actually thought my head wouldn’t make it.

Morning came, and the birds continued tweeting, but here we go to the hospital. A lot of this is sketchy because of the circumstances, but I think i’ve got it all. I was seen to very quickly by the hospital ophthalmologist, Dr Mathlaga. She took one look at the eye and admitted me straight away. I was whisked away to a ward somewhere and was immediately given all sorts of eye drops. I remember changing into my gown, looking into the mirror and opening my eyes, except I couldn’t see out of the right one. It was just a blur. All my left eye could see was a large grey mass that had formed over my entire iris. This was one of the most mindblowing things I have ever seen.

Basically, what had happened was this. This GP had seen what looked like a scratch to her, but was, in fact, a small corneal ulcer. One thing to not do with an ulcer, is cover it up. She did, and so it spun out of control. I was to have eye drops every 30 minutes within the first 24 hours. You try sleeping with a nurse that is going to wake you up. And they’re scary there!

The next day I was back in Doc’s chair having a reassessment. In order to properly analyse the infection, a sample would have to be taken. Now, in case you haven’t been following, I have a huge bacterial infection on my eye. And she wanted a sample. From the infected area. On my eye. If you’ve ever had an eye test, you’ll have an idea of the probing that goes on, but what I think makes all the difference is the fact that you can see it all happening. This was no different. The eye was given a orange numbing dye that basically stopped it from moving. My eyelid was lifted, and I saw the scalpel come to my eye, cut parts of the mass off, and then leave. Even though most of it was still a blur, I could see enough. I couldn’t feel a thing.  And, it was one of the most incredible things I have ever seen. The procedure, known as a corneal scrape, takes a sample and is then analysed.

I spent three days in the hospital, constantly getting drops put in. But, I kept my eye. The doc said that she had never seen anything even nearly as bad as this, and I was lucky to still have my eye, but it would take some time before I could tell how bad the long lasting damage actually was. I would not be allowed to wear contacts again. I left the hospital in sunglasses, and even then, my eye was so sensitive, I kept them closed the entire trip home. If you see me now, you’ll see me always close my right eye more in bright sunlight.  I thank that ophthalmologist nearly every day.

A few months later, and a million visits back to the doc, there had been some progress. Dr Mathlaga had come to the fact that I had 60% vision in that eye. I would have a scar on there forever.  The scar was so large, you were actually able to see it with the naked eye. Thankfully, I could still play sports, but seeing the ball at times, in certain light conditions, was difficult.

I’ve seen a bunch of Ophthalmologists, and are all incredibly intrigued to hear the story. One optometrist refused to even check my eyes after I told him and he sent me back to the specialists. There is a way to fix it, but that would involve a corneal transplant, which, in all honesty, seems a bit extreme considering the place my eyes have settled in. Over the years, the scar has flattened and my vision has come to a stable place. The scar actually behaves like a contact lens and refracts the light enough to let me see without any aides. If I play cricket, I only play with one contact lens in – In my left eye. But that is only in bright light. In the dark, too much of the pupil is exposed to the scar, and not even glasses can help.

There are things I find difficult, though. For example, I can’t take a photo with my right eye through a viewfinder. I’m still learning how to do this, so if you see my try, you’ll know why I look like a tool. I can’t shoot a rifle – I can shoot it, I just can’t aim very well as you use your right eye with your right arm. I can’t use binoculars properly, or in fact, anything that really requires both eyes to focus. 3D movies were a problem for me. I wasn’t sure they’d be okay, but Avatar proved that wrong.

So, now I am doomed with glasses forever, but I have no complaints.  It’s an adjustment, but one I am very grateful to have to make.

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