I’m still alive.
I’m spending my days bingeing Mystery Science Theater 3000– napping through a lot of it.
Not feeling great physically. Feeling much worse about rescheduling the surgery.
I was so looking forward to being able to see with two eyes again. I’m tired of reaching for things and missing because I have poor depth perception. And missing steps when going down.
I understand there are people in worse shape, permanently, but I hate having the rug pulled out from under me like this. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel and it got switched off by the Fauci Bug.
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