Look Mom, No Monitor!
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mmerriamI'm working from the laptop, using JAWS for Windows, since I'm still blinded from my visit to the Retina Center this morning. Hopefully I'll get this posted, because for whatever reason, the laptop is having trouble staying connected. I probably need new network cables or something, but this little box has a history of being erratic online.
It seems weird to have the monitor off, but it is nice to know I can function without it. I'm a little rusty, but the more I work online, the faster I'm turning up the verbosity on JAWS.
The visit at the Retina Center went pretty well. Retinitis Pigmentosa doesn't get better, so you look for other positives, like having not lost any vision in the last six-months. Which I haven't. We talked about the glare problem I'm having, and Dr. B wants me to talk to Dr. S, my primary ophthalmologist, about tinted glasses. Gawd, tinted glasses are so 1980's seeming, but still, anything to function for as long as possible. Of course I got dilated, and I never recover from dilation as quickly as I should for some reason, so the littlest bit of bright light HURTS. I'm in a dark room with dark solar shades on.
In writing news, A Hot Cup At The Last Station should be posted to OWW on Monday. The two short stories I'm working on are both stalled, so I think it is time to return to The Novel Which Shall Not Be Named, until I figure out how to unstall them. Besides I still need to deal with the aftermath of the shoot-out and magical duel on the corner of Lyndale Avenue and Lake Street the characters engaged in!
In Peace
Michael
It seems weird to have the monitor off, but it is nice to know I can function without it. I'm a little rusty, but the more I work online, the faster I'm turning up the verbosity on JAWS.
The visit at the Retina Center went pretty well. Retinitis Pigmentosa doesn't get better, so you look for other positives, like having not lost any vision in the last six-months. Which I haven't. We talked about the glare problem I'm having, and Dr. B wants me to talk to Dr. S, my primary ophthalmologist, about tinted glasses. Gawd, tinted glasses are so 1980's seeming, but still, anything to function for as long as possible. Of course I got dilated, and I never recover from dilation as quickly as I should for some reason, so the littlest bit of bright light HURTS. I'm in a dark room with dark solar shades on.
In writing news, A Hot Cup At The Last Station should be posted to OWW on Monday. The two short stories I'm working on are both stalled, so I think it is time to return to The Novel Which Shall Not Be Named, until I figure out how to unstall them. Besides I still need to deal with the aftermath of the shoot-out and magical duel on the corner of Lyndale Avenue and Lake Street the characters engaged in!
In Peace
Michael
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Date: 2005-03-11 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-11 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-13 11:58 pm (UTC)But since, you're, y'know, 6'2" and barrel-chested, I highly doubt anyone sees that as a problem.
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Date: 2005-03-11 08:54 pm (UTC)Dude. That's a HUGE positive. I dated a guy once who had to wear sunglasses at night because he didn't do well with the artificial light of the city. It just made him more gothic and mysterious. :-)
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Date: 2005-03-11 09:36 pm (UTC)Oddly enough, I do well in artifical light, it is natural light that really gives me a bad time.