There's a doctor I've found

So, yesterday was eye doctor day. I'd been worried that my dread mutant killer glaucoma (so-called because my great-grandfather's eyes hemorrhaged & he bled to death) was acting up again; it seemed my peripheral vision was worsening, so I scheduled an appointment with the Invisible Eye Doctor. Trish & I walked together to the Perky Pam Layout, & I headed down the block to the Invisible Eye Clinic. While I was waiting Noncorean entered; she'd scheduled an appointment cuz she was having pain in her eye sockets. She said she liked the Fleetwood Mac tape I'd made her.

The pressure was fine, 19 & 8, but the visual fields test showed a mild improvement--which is impossible; the optic nerve itself is dead. He chalked it up to test error. I may be getting a new lens in my left eye; the right I'm now officially blind in.

That's all for now, except for: buy my book, The Mind-Warp Era, under pen name W.C. Leadbeater, at amazon.com. It details my experiences with glaucoma--including medical marijuana.