Essay on Blindness
By Niky Sama
6 September 2008
It was 8:09 am when I got up because my left eye was hurting. I really thought that I got some make-up in my eye because I haven't use make up remover in years so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, when I opened the door my eye couldnt take the light and that's when I knew I couldn't see anything.
I started screaming to my husband (no veo, no veo) [spanish] which means I can't see, and it's crazy how the first play words they teach in Puerto Rico's First grade class is (Veo, Veo) [spanish] that means I see. All that memories came back to me and with the pain I felt at that moment I thought I was going to lose my sight forever.
I really can't explain the pain of the feeling of blindness but I'll try the best I can :
At 9:20 am the doctor saw me and put drops of anesthesia on my eye and that stopped the pain for about 15 min but I couldn't see still. The pain would feel like a small piece of wood stuck in your eye and it will move inside your eyelid everytime you blink.The doctor said I had a un attached cornea and i would need surgery to get my sight back, that means that my cornea was like a contact lense half put, I needed to glue it in without glue that's why she pescribe antibiotics because they would help me to produce natural glue from the eye [elastina] maybe or something like that. I needed the glue that the body creates when it scratchs or cut the skin and puts back together.
10:30 I am back at home and my husband puts a scarf over my two eyes so I dont make movement in either of them.
I tried to sleep , I guess I did, but I really couldn't tell If I was sleeping or just blind. I could hear everything but see nothing. It's frustrating how a moment could change how you see ( or don't see ) life. I started hearing noises , voices that turn into images in my mind that later on I can describe as spider man 2, thank god I have seen that movie many , many times that I didn't really needed a visual to know what was happening.
At 8:00 p.m. my two years old boy took my hand in one moment to help me go to the kitchen and that was the first time in my 11 hours of darkness or absence of light that I thought that being blind wouldn't be that bad.
You don't have to see what you love!
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