...sucks.
I'm 61. Yesterday I was blessed with a Vitreous Detachment in my left eye. I'm going to see my Optometrist to make sure that's what it is, which is benign, but I'm very sure, because I had the same thing happen in my right eye a few years ago.
So now my "good" eye has faint cobwebs and floaters all over my vision. I can still see just fine, sure I could read the 20/20 line on an eye chart, it's mostly just annoying. It will get a bit better in the coming weeks, but much will be permanent.
Literature says ½ of people have a VD by 60, ⅔ by 70. So as common as keratomas on aging skin. Still, I'm a little down today that I'm dealing with Good Eye Gone Bad.
There's gotta be a blues song in there somewhere...
I'm "only" 53, but I can certainly empathize with getting old...er...
So, here's the blues song that you requested (courtesy of chatGPT):
(Verse 1)
Woke up this morning, something wasn't right,
My good eye gone bad, cobwebs in my sight.
Used to see clear, like a hawk in flight,
Now it's floaters and shadows, clouding up the light.
(Chorus)
I got those good eye gone bad blues,
Feels like a loss, feels like bad news.
I'm just a man, feeling kinda sad,
Living with these good eye gone bad blues.
(Verse 2)
Sixty-one years, vision sharp and keen,
Now I'm walking around, caught in a hazy dream.
Vitreous Detachment, what a cruel scheme,
An unwelcome guest, interrupting the scene.
(Chorus)
I got those good eye gone bad blues,
Reading life's fine print, paying my dues.
I'm just a man, feeling kinda mad,
Struggling with these good eye gone bad blues.
(Bridge)
It's a common tale, as we age and grow,
Half by sixty, two-thirds by seventy, so they know.
But it hits hard, when it's your own show,
This ain't the script I chose, but I'll play my role.
(Verse 3)
Off to the optometrist, confirmation to find,
Hoping for some solace, some peace of mind.
It'll get better, they say, with a little time,
But much will be permanent, this new life design.
(Chorus)
I got those good eye gone bad blues,
Living in shadows, singing my muse.
I'm just a man, feeling kinda had,
Reeling with these good eye gone bad blues.
(Outro)
So here's to the journey, the story unread,
The floaters and cobwebs, my new daily thread.
I'll adapt, I'll adjust, move forward with dread,
But I'll never forget the clear sight I once had.
Just strumming on, with these good eye gone bad blues.