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My aqueous sense of humor
Aug. 12th, 2002 10:26 amI am displeased to report that I've noticed a new floater in my eye. Break out the bridge mix!
I've had a floater in my right eye since May of 1999. I was immensely frightened of it when I first saw it haunting my vision. Then my mom got me this pamphlet about floaters. This helped me to chill because I knew this wasn't fatal, I wasn't going blind in four days, and none of the hypochondria my mother usually espoused would come into play. It irked me that the best term anyone had for sloughed skin stuck in the aqueous humor was "floater" and not "Gravenok's Sarducia".
I got used to the floater. It grew a little in its first couple months, but that stopped soon enough. I liked that it didn't make itself visible unless I was staring at something annoyingly white and thus I could go weeks without really noticing it. This led me to turn down the brightness on my monitor and use typing applications (word processors and text editors) that allowed for non-white backgrounds on screen but printed normally. This is another reason I like Linux -- changing colors is a right, not shareware.
I like my floater when I'm reading. It sits just below the median line for my field of vision, which means reading a book can sometimes feel like "follow the bouncing ball". When a book is particularly dull, this is a boon. It's also a morning sport -- "chase my floater around the room". wherein I try to look straight at the floater, so it moves jerkily, so I try again, it jerks again, until I'm swinging my eye around like a cat toy.
I had one moment of pure joy with the floater. In December of 1999, a month before I moved here, I was staring at a fresh field of snow outside my job (Ten Dollar Bank). This field was large enough that if I looked down slightly, I could only see snow. The floater stood out so clearly that I could see it was not simply a diagonal line. It looked more like a tendrilous left curve ahead sign, with fibers representing roads coming off the turn.
Now I see another floater, but this one is in my left eye. They work together well. They may turn into a comedy duo and travel the country. I bet they have plans for me. I wonder if the Lasik people can zap these buggers.
-cerulean background and lemon letters, Dante
I've had a floater in my right eye since May of 1999. I was immensely frightened of it when I first saw it haunting my vision. Then my mom got me this pamphlet about floaters. This helped me to chill because I knew this wasn't fatal, I wasn't going blind in four days, and none of the hypochondria my mother usually espoused would come into play. It irked me that the best term anyone had for sloughed skin stuck in the aqueous humor was "floater" and not "Gravenok's Sarducia".
I got used to the floater. It grew a little in its first couple months, but that stopped soon enough. I liked that it didn't make itself visible unless I was staring at something annoyingly white and thus I could go weeks without really noticing it. This led me to turn down the brightness on my monitor and use typing applications (word processors and text editors) that allowed for non-white backgrounds on screen but printed normally. This is another reason I like Linux -- changing colors is a right, not shareware.
I like my floater when I'm reading. It sits just below the median line for my field of vision, which means reading a book can sometimes feel like "follow the bouncing ball". When a book is particularly dull, this is a boon. It's also a morning sport -- "chase my floater around the room". wherein I try to look straight at the floater, so it moves jerkily, so I try again, it jerks again, until I'm swinging my eye around like a cat toy.
I had one moment of pure joy with the floater. In December of 1999, a month before I moved here, I was staring at a fresh field of snow outside my job (Ten Dollar Bank). This field was large enough that if I looked down slightly, I could only see snow. The floater stood out so clearly that I could see it was not simply a diagonal line. It looked more like a tendrilous left curve ahead sign, with fibers representing roads coming off the turn.
Now I see another floater, but this one is in my left eye. They work together well. They may turn into a comedy duo and travel the country. I bet they have plans for me. I wonder if the Lasik people can zap these buggers.
-cerulean background and lemon letters, Dante
