In the Sixties I caught hospital staph in Valley Forge Army
Hospital in their barber shop. A little knick on the back of my neck
turned into a big boil and the infection spread down my back. In 1973 it
spread to my face, and by 1976 it got into my eyes.
A discharge from the inection usually interfered with clear vision
so that I went to a local drug store and asked for a spray bottle so I
could spray eye wash into my eyes before my driving eye test to renew my
license.
The owner of the store said, "That's dispicable, cheating on a
driving eye test! Get out of here, and if you ever come back I'll call
the cops!" Ya, it's Massachusetts.
I had astigmatism since I was 10, which caused all the lines of
music to vibrate together so I couldn't read music any more; but, I
didn't really need glasses until the Nineties. Since then the glasses
have had to be stronger and stronger glasses to see enough.
But, back in 1982 I was diagnosed as having staph encephalitis. My
dog Sophie started out with eye infections, and she died of
encephalitis.
But, I don't die easily. I know. I always tried when the pressure
was too much. I did things that would have killed an elephant. I'm a
member of the Cro Magnon Club and its Alchemy61.
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