Yesterday morning, on the way to ANOTHER doctor's appointment, I was driving down LA Hwy 22. I watched the fog rise over the Tangipahoa River and the tributaries that run with it just east of Ponchatoula. This wouldn't normally bring any excitement to the day, but something was amiss. Or, not! I was able to see clearly without closing an eye, wearing a patch, chanting voodoo spells or killing a chicken and spreading it's blood. I could see! So, I was cautious not to say anything to anyone, except my friends in my head. And I went through the day and night waiting for God's trick to be over. Surely he'd be cashing in on the bet he and his golf buddies made at my expense. But lo and behold, the morning brought no difference. I can see again. Sorry about the golf joke, God. And thank you...
Note: In July of 2012, the myasthenia gravis returned with a vengeance. Tried wearing a black contact lens to block of one eye and see. The black started to wear off after a month or so. I quit wearing it and learned which eye to use and which to ignore.
Note: In July of 2012, the myasthenia gravis returned with a vengeance. Tried wearing a black contact lens to block of one eye and see. The black started to wear off after a month or so. I quit wearing it and learned which eye to use and which to ignore.
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