One Vision Blog

I needed to know the size of my finger, and I have one of those ring sizes.

Went into my back bedroom to get it. I knew exactly where it was because it’s been in a drawer for a while.

Popped it on and tightened it up. Then had a mini panic because I realised I wouldn’t be able to read the letters. They are too small to feel. So I tightened it to fit.

This is the sort of thing I do now and again, without thinking, then suddenly realise that I’m not going to be able to actually see whatever I’m looking at. Often followed by a big sigh and “Oh”.

I got my magnifier app on the phone to see if I could have a look. I was also feeling around the outside of the ring sizer. . It was perfectly smooth.

There were NO letters.

It was a cut off tie wrap.

You can imagine what I called myself.

So then, trying to get it off, I tightened it further.

So, I called myself the same name again.

So sat there thinking I would never get it off, I thought… ‘get some best butter on it’.

Eventually, it came off. Thank goodness.

Then I remembered, my ring sizer was white. Where had THIS even come from? I had been saving this little piece of tie wrap.

For years.

So… After a bit of a nightmare time I will get onto the purpose of this blog. So the next two posts are about the funny, yet frustrating side of this condition. Considering that epic rant (Covid) of 3 months ago.

When I went away with my friends last year. In the small window, when were were allowed. They wanted to play on the fruities in an arcade.

Now I’m more of a 2p machine kind of girl, but thought I would give it a go.

I kept winning small amounts, or so I initially thought.

I was popping the money in, it lit up, flashed and spun. Then it kept coming out the bottom.

Now, I couldn’t actually see what was on the buttons. I just pressed the right hand side, where the start button usually is.

“I keep winning”… I declared excitedly to my friends nearby.