A couple of weeks ago I had a bit of a wakeup call..
In my last post I mentioned I had been in to get new contacts fitted, and that they were meant to arrive around the first week of November.
All was perfectly fine, until I tripped…… and therefor braced myself and in some way due too muscle tension, “snapped” my last RGP lens…..
Unfortunately, as the new Kerasoft lens had not arrived yet, and I, therefor, did not posses a “back-up” lens anymore either, this meant I had to take off work, as I could not function properly.
I could only get by with a support cane and could in no way read properly so working was going to be a pain.
Fortunately, I was due a short break from work already and had already booked a trip to Sri Lanka to stay with a dear and close friend who lives there, so it meant I had a couple of days medical leave, my break, and then more medical leave until the Kerasoft lens had arrived.
I had initially thought of not going to Sri Lanka and just staying at home, but due to visa restrictions I had to leave the country anyway, besides, sitting home all alone when not being able to see properly, would have brought too many flashback from before being diagnosed.
So yeh, I went to Colombo and it was great!!!!! Yes, indeed, I couldn’t really go out on my own, as I reckoned walking along on my own, looking like a blind man, would probably not be the safest thing to do in a big city like Colombo. But I was constantly in company, and when my friend had to work I just lazed around her flat, and for one day even I got a tuck-tuck (they are scary when all you see is blurriness) to drop me off at one of the 5star hotels there and lazed around the pool for a day, and that,(despite not being the “spent a day at the pool” kinda guy) was kinda nice aswell… and even returned a bit sunburnt.
It wasn’t all plain sailing though… on my way to the airport I did notice people are pretty rude and just keep bumping into you, despite having a big red and white stick that say “oi… be careful” but hey, that’s how things are I guess… and yeh overall, its probably nice to be a tourist when you can actually see properly, but there’s always next time.
Although it wasn’t all horrible these weeks, I still had some full-on moments of feeling extremely vulnerable, going to shops, the bank, sitting in doctors’ offices etc.. .in one case a colleague who didn’t know about my KC saw me with my stick and questioned this when I returned to work, which was kind of awkward, but all good in the end.