Now when I stared at the little calendar on the wall it was no longer blurry, but it looked like something in a jigsaw puzzle. I could not read anything. I was told they were going to try laser. What a relief. They were finally going to do something instead of letting me lie there and wonder if I would regain my sight or not.
As I was wheeled down the long, dark and drafty hallway, it felt like I was being led to the death chamber. I finally reached the laser room. I was given 3,000electric zaps in each eye. Needless to say, it did nothing. I said to myself “this is an awful nightmare and I will wake up and everything will be normal.”
Wrong answer. I never woke up!
I was taken back to my room where I had nothing but time to reflect on what a mess I had made of my life. I thought I had died and gone down stairs to meet the devil
Moral of story: You don’t miss the water until the well dries up. . *Remember, diabetes respects no one if not respected* Stayed tuned for part four
