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Banks, OR

April 21st, 2020

I see everything now, whether I want to or not. My eyes were normal in the beginning, they saw only the normal things that anyone would see, whether you wanted to be real or get philosophical. There was only what was in front of my face though, nothing mystical or unseen that could be noticed. Not now though. Now I can see everything that people don’t want me to, and a lot that I was better off not knowing in the first place. It’s kind of funny really, and ironic, that all these things in life you take for granted are the things you’re better off not knowing sometimes. You might argue that point, but to be honest you’d be a fool to do so.

At the very least I can say that the hardest part is over. Now comes the tedium, the waiting, and the constant hide and seek that comes with it. You see, the people that did this to me and so many others can’t find me if I don’t want them to. It’s been tempting to let them some days, since it would appear that, according to them and what I’ve seen so far that I’m the last of the bunch that fell for their charade. The procedure that was supposed to be a cure for so much turned out to be a mistake that Costa Del Mar figured would make them a sweet deal when it came to their expensive eye wear, but as it turned out they’re now considered to be in league with the biggest swindlers the American public has seen in a long time.

If you inferred that right then hooray for you. The government sanctioned this I found out, even the FDA, who were the last chance to see right through this controversial procedure. They passed it without so much as a sniffle regarding what could possibly happen. It was deemed perfectly safe, a sound procedure that many people found to be so highly suspect that a good number of folks thankfully stayed away from it. Those were the wise ones. The ten thousand that signed up however, yours truly included, turned out to be the biggest suckers that ever lived. It’s easy to lean into your fading sense of hope however when you’re suffering a disease that’s slowly taking your sight away from you, especially since it was one of the last things in this world I still had to count on.

Retinitis pigmentosa it’s called, this disease that’s still in my blood. It’s not gone, as I inherited it from my parents. The disease is exceedingly rare, but once it starts there’s no way to cure it. Vitamin A apparently slows it, but that always seemed to me like putting a road block in front of an oncoming freight train while you’re on the tracks. You might as well toss the block and accept the inevitability. But something, some spark of hope deep down in what’s left of my heart, decided to get me to sign on for this procedure. I hadn’t lost my sight, not yet, and so I managed to get through the initial screening that was given. They didn’t want those that were blind or had any sort of optical damage you see, and it’s kind of an oddity how I got by since my condition had been worsening through the past few years.

But I made it in, and I got my glasses. The program, called Optimal Vision ironically enough, was meant to be a breakthrough in improving the sight of an individual by cutting out the need to undergo laser surgery, which some say is horrifying, and others say isn’t that bad. I wouldn’t know since no surgeon would ever bother with me. But these glasses were revolutionary idea that had already been field-tested on one hundred test subjects, and had been deemed as safe and, even better, highly effective. I didn’t have any hope in hell of it working for me, but it would seem that fate isn’t without a sense of humor.

Costa Del Mar hosted the procedure, making an event of it as we were taken in groups of one hundred, the same number as the test group. It took nearly a week to get us all through, but we were carefully sectioned off and then brought into an auditorium where reporters and journalists alike were waiting for the results. I can honestly believe that some of them were there to see a grand spectacle of sorts while others were there to see a tragedy so that they had something to report, some horrific science experiment gone wrong. That didn’t come until later, much later.

You know the gist of laser surgery on the eyes, right? Well, if you don’t then the long and short of it is that normally you’d be lying flat on your back as the surgeon took a laser or a scalpel and cut a flap in your cornea, your eye in other words, and removes whatever needs removing before putting the flap back as it’s supposed to be. The healing process is beginning the moment you leave the office, and the whole procedure takes about a half hour, maybe a little more. In other words your vision is fixed in less time than it takes to fill out the paperwork.

These glasses do the same thing, more or less, and do so while you’re wearing them. You can imagine because of this that they would be for one-time use, but the lot of us were allowed to keep the glasses, as the company believed that after the one use we would never need them again save for mementos or something cool to wear. They’re nice glasses to be honest, but I don’t need them any longer. I found out that a lot of people that had problems similar to mine, people that, like me, shouldn’t have been allowed into the procedure, found themselves in a position like I did. Like I said, to my knowledge I’m the last of them, and I’m the only one that still seems to realize the danger of the glasses.

They were only supposed to be for one use like I said, but the problem is that the supposedly limited power source they came with was able to be recharged fairly easily. I found that out when my vision started failing me again. As you can guess, something happened, but it wasn’t what I was hoping for…..

 

*There will be more to this story, don’t worry.

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