Blind

            I thought I was going blind. One afternoon I was shopping for groceries in our local super market. I had been in the store for about an hour. It was a Sunday afternoon. The children were playing with friends in the neighborhood, so it was a leisurely trip. I took time to check my coupons, the store flier and read ingredients on packaging.


            The trouble began as I wheeled my cart towards the check out. I took my place in line, with two carts in front of mine, and scanned the posters hanging on the wall by the video rental department. I became acutely aware that I could not read the posters. There seemed to be a dead spot in my central vision. Alarmed, I looked down at my cart. Again, there was a whole area of nothingness in my line of sight. I could not read the cereal boxes in my cart. I could not distinguish the fruits and vegetables. I was alarmed. My skin felt clammy and cold. My heart beat faster. To all bystanders I was a thirty-something housewife waiting patiently in line. In my mind I was a screaming, confused wild woman.


            I managed to hand the clerk my coupons and credit card and check out without difficulty. I loaded my car with shaking hands and drove home. I ran inside, asked my husband to help unload the groceries. As he followed me outside, I calmly relayed the experience. His face remained as calm as mine. He quietly sought out the refrigerated items, put them away and told me to get back in the car. We drove to the local emergency room in silence. As we parked he pulled out his cell phone, called a neighbor and asked her to keep an eye out for the children. We hardly spoke during our half hour tenure in the waiting room. In my mind I was planning for life as a blind wife and mother. I decided to ask a vivacious aunt to relocate near our home. She was a freelance artist and a devoted relative to our children. She could help. I could remain employed with my company if I retrained into a different area. The human resources department would never let a capable and disabled employee go. My head pounded from the stress.


            Suddenly I snapped out of my daydreams as my name was called. The nurse took my history with an amazing calm. The doctor shortly followed and asked me questions about my vision history, which was normal by any account. As he spoke I became aware of a throbbing in my temples. Trying not to get distracted, I focused on the supposed location of his face. Although I could not really see it, I figured it was more polite to attempt a connection. I heard the words ocular migraine. Well, I sure was having a migraine. This was not a stress headache at all. The doctor scanned my eyes, ran through some routine tests and sent me on my way with some very powerful migraine relief.


            Within hours I was dead asleep in my dark bedroom. When I awoke, 15 hours later, my vision was normal. I was slightly groggy from the drugs, but completely fine otherwise.
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36-40, F
3 Responses Aug 28, 2006

Glad to hear it was only temporary. It must have been a very frightening time.

Wow! I had no idea one can loose site from migraines. Thanx for sharing!

I've had two ocular migraines, have the doctors suggested putting you on medication to prevent migraines like Topamax?