I have horrible, horrible vision. Like, it gets blurry two inches in front of my face, and I’ve worn contact lenses since I was 10. When I have my glasses on my husband likes to say that he can see the back of my head. It’s kind of true.
I’m scared to death of LASIK because of the chance, however infinitesimal, that I could go blind. If I went blind, I would not be able to read, and my life would be like this (re-edited) episode of “The Twilight Zone:”
And I think this marks the debut of the first video clip on Reading is my Superpower. It’s up here in honor of a horrible manuscript about some loathsome people that I had to read for work. Sometimes I hate my job. But only sometimes.