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I wish I could see better. As a kid I loved swimming. I still do, but as I get older I get more and more disgusted with not being able to SEE when I’m in the pool. I’ve been on a couple of vacations where the opportunity arose to go snorkeling, but I passed on the chance because I wouldn’t be able to see once I was down there in the deep sea. That makes me sad. I want to be able to see when I’m in the water. I want to see when I’m swimming laps. It’s a terrible feeling to swim back and forth in the water and not have a good sense of when the wall is coming. When I am standing at the edge of the pool, talking with people, looking around, I want to see. When I am swimming deep in the ocean water, I want to see the fish. The beauty. I want to see.
I also want to see when I wake up in the morning. To see the clock. Immediately. I want to get up in the middle of the night without fumbling for my glasses. Knocking the glass of water off the table that sits beside my bed.
When I fly in an airplane I imagine (every single time) what it would be like if the plane went down. The first thing I think of is losing my glasses. I always tell my traveling companion to be aware that this will happen and know that I will not be able to see. I fear not being able to see in a plane crash more than the actual crash.
Of course, we all know that we see in tons of different ways. I think our senses are heightened when one is not as strong. I have the hearing of a dog. I could probably hear those crazy whistles that only they are supposed to hear. I can hear two different things out of each ear. I can be on the phone and hear a conversation outside of my office – and pretty much be able to concentrate on both. When I was a social worker one of the parents called me “Radar Ears”. I guess that says it all.