Got me a built-in “jelly” toy for my left eye. It’s about the size of the pupil, you know, that part of the eye that we say is the color shade of blue, green, or in my case, brown.
The jelly wiggles. It moves to the right when I look left; down, when I look up. And does a great imitation of someone dancing the Pony, the Twist and the Jerk all in one. It really “moves.” When stationary, it kinda looks like the old CBS “eye,” you know, the round one that appeared black in the old “Black and White” television sets. Uh oh. Giving away my age, here. Color TVs have been the norm for 30 years now and anyone under 35 may not know what I’m talking about.
Aging. That’s what I’m really getting at. Something we all do, and, unfortunately, some health issues we’ll have to deal with in the coming years. For me, this new adventure with aging caused a detached retina. They tell me they caught it in time, and that doctors will restore my sight. It won’t be like it was before. Heck, I haven’t had 20-20 vision since I was about 12 and squinted to see the blackboard in grammar school. (Oops, there’s another one of those “antique” words, like the ones we danced to: the Watussi, the Slop and the Mashed Potatoes. Can’t tell what my 17-year-old is doing, except “dancing” at a heavy metal concert, moving to music in a pit he calls a “Mosh.“)
And it won’t be the same vision I had before the retina tear. I’ll need a new prescription following an eye exam. Will need one for eye contacts too. (Maybe I’ll get some that would turn the color of my eye blue. One blue eye, one brown. Could give a whole new meaning to “here’s looking at you kid.”)
My left eye “jelly wobbler” appears dark gray, almost dark brown on the outside of the circle. The circumference, I think it’s called. There’s also an interior round shape of a more clear substance. It changes colors as I look at different backgrounds, from gray to purple, picking up traces of orange and even a hint of red.
It commands my attention when I remove my black eye patch. Reading this now, I “see” it change from a deep dark purple to a smooth violet. Against a bathroom light, it turns a soft pink. It’s cool. But distracting when I want to look at any thing other than that jelly item.
Is it a big “floater?” Maybe. Will have to check with the eye doctor this week. Meeting him weekly over the next month or so, ever since Jan. 13, 2010. The retina got torn from aging, one physician told me. It could be genetic. Could be based on wear and tear of the eyes. Started out as what they call floaters, the tiny particles in the eyes, that look like squiggles, specks or tiny threads that seem to float across your vision when you move your eyes. Everybody gets them.
For a closer “look,” see Part II