I feared we needed a fifth dog, but knew how tough a sell that would be. Maybe just a white cane would suffice, and someone could train one of our beasts to do perform service duty. The more I tried to imagine which of our dogs I would entrust my life, the more preferable a black capsule sounded.
Problem is, I'm having trouble seeing. My head and eyes hurt, my vision is blurred. I go to the eye doctor every decade whether I need to or not, regular as clockwork, but now 6 years hence, my glasses aren't working. My distance vision is deteriorating. Why do I always imagine the worst?
So while my girls slept in, I snuck off to have my head examined. Turns out I don't need a seeing eye dog. AT MY TENDER AGE, MY VISION IS IMPROVING! I don't have a tumor or adult onset blindness. My current script is simply too strong, that's why I don't see so good. If taken today, I'd pass the drivers eye exam without restriction. Hallelujah.
When told I have neither glaucoma nor cataracts I asked if I could start smoking. Alas, no but don't need arm extenders either. Oh happy day.