Blinded

Turns out – after going to the hospital and getting CT’s and CAT-scans and all sorts of weird things with weird terminologies – that my brain’s got a bruise or something. And it’s swollen.

When I hit the floor, I got a concussion, and soon thereafter when my sight started fucking up, it was because my brain was swelling up and pressing against my scull. The part of the brain that controls your eyesight is in the back of your head, so until the swelling goes down, my vision is fucked.

The doctors did say it might be permanent, but I’m optimistic. Sure, my brain is big, but it’s not swollen (imagery, people). Well, at least it’s not gonna stay that way. The swelling’s gonna go down, and my eyes are going to get back to normal.

This might take a week or two, but that’s fine. I’m just fine with that. I’ve got my closest friends there to help me – to be my eyes. I’ll be just fine.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself.