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Needles and pins – central vision loss and threading a needle

Cross-stitch in frame with - and sew what if I can't sew in them middle
Asked my son to thread a needle for me because there isn’t really a good chance I will.
I had tried and tried and tried as I don’t want to rely on someone.
It was driving me bonkers.
Really frustrating.
I gave him the needle and thread.
‘Mum. What have you given me here? This is a pin 📍 with no bobble on it. There’s no hole’
😐
Posted in Funny Stories, How I'm Adapting

Filling in the blanks

I’ve just been reading an article online. Words look like something else sometimes. I think my brain fills in the gap, beavering away, trying to compute what the tiny bit missing from the letter could be. And it is only a small tiny gap, but now and again that makes all the difference in a genius, accidental way.

Now, it’s happened a few times before, I only seem to remember the funny instances. Although, this happens every few days at the moment, so not much.

But, the same word… Cook… Yes, Cook. Pops up again and again… Sometimes I read the word cook, sometimes I don’t. Even typing this is becoming amusing. It\’s like a little friend to make me realise, this condition can have funny moments. It makes me actually properly Laugh out loud.

Anyway. That’s all innocent and lovely until you have a pin hole sized blurry spot in your vision.

I’m sure I don’t have to spell it out to you do I?… Cook.

So. Tonight I’m reading a story about a young woman who has had her baby early. At 23 weeks. Then there was this one word, a name. This one made me say ‘Wow’ out loud.

Today the new one is… premature Amal. 🤔😕😁