These days, I literally have quadruple vision: I see double, both up-and-down and side-to-side. If I close my left eye--specifically the left--and squint, the side-to-side stays the same, but the up-and-down compresses just the tiniest bit. In this position, and in this position only, I can do things such as read a book I have never read before, or walk down the street without bumping into people.
School starts in a week and a bit, and I was really hoping to fix this before that. I saw an opthalmologist yesterday; not only can he not fix it, he doesn't even know what it is. So now I have an appointment with a neuro-opthalmologist...for October 26th, because that was the soonest they could get me in. That means I'll be doing a good two months of school--and the major Fall Jewish holidays--like this.
As usual when I am scared, I have been writing to God. This time, I am so scared that we are simplifying the titles. God gets to be "my Mother" or "my Father," alternating gender with each letter. I pray for a miracle: vision restored to single; really, however, I am just hoping to learn to manage this gracefully.
So help me, God.
EDITED TO ADD: Side Note: When my graduation gift arrives, I plan to start using the candelabrum at earliest opportunity (can't really wait to start using a full-size thing for my candles). The kippah, however, I plan to save for second night Rosh Hashanah, so I have something new to make the blessing on. We say the blessing on a new day both nights of the holiday; there's an Orthodox custom to have a tangible something new, such as a new item of clothing or a food that hasn't been eaten in a certain amount of time (I forget how long) to make the blessing on, on the second night. I think it's a beautiful tradition; I started keeping it last year by saving my new winter dress skirt (caramel suede) that I had just bought, and wearing it that night.
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how big your God is."
I believe in God.
I believe in God.
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