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I can still remember that my eyes were not that good..

I remember the Drs. and everyone else telling me that I would have problems with my eyes after surgery. I did not know what that meant, becuase I did not have any problems reading any books that my family brought me. I didn't have any problems reading my Bible, or my devotional book or anything. I thought that the Drs. might have expected everyone elde to have eye problems, but certainly not  me. Then my son brought me my iPod (yes, I have an iPod). I noticed that I could not read the letters that tell me which speaker was left and which was right. No matter how hard I tried, I could not read them. It was the first time I realized that I DID have eye problems. I guess I just put them in and if it was not the correct one, oh, well. I also remember that when I first started walking, the people in my foreground would waver a little. It was my eye problems that caused the wavering. I cannot explain it to you, but people in my line of vision would move around. I am better now, but my eyes were really bad.

As recently as a week and a half ago, my eyes were still working when things were far away, but when the eye Dr. would look into my eyes with his scope (whatever he uses) my eyes would jump over instead of moving smoothly. Now, the eye Dr. cannot see any problems with my eyes, but they were bad. I was worried about getting my license back, but the Dr. said that it would only affect me if a Dr. used his scope (whatever he uses) to see the movement.

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