The next group of things that happened were very frustrating. Nothing was critical. Just Frustrating.

I bought a piece of meat at the store only to find that I paid $21.08 for a good size stead that I thought was $10.8?. I bought the wrong size clothes. Only to take them back and exchange. Frustrating. I dialed the wrong number on the phone several times. (I either didn’t see it right or didnt hit it right). But the worst of all was going to Trader Joes and craving Potato Chips. Not something I do often. but when I do…..

I got a container of French Onion Dip and a bag of Potato Chips. I got home and sat down to enjoy my treat.

The chips were “thicker” than I remembered. They were long. Not round. They didnt feel like chips. Upon closer examination of the bag (now remember I see in pieces) I bought Pita chips. i saw the P ta and my happy little brain said Potato.

It took several mistakes like this for me to finally start taking a magnifer to the store with me.

I was lucky enough to make friends with some workers at some of the stores and one gal would check my coupons before I got to the register. One man in produce would go through my bags and check to see that I didnt buy bruised fruits and vegies.

Do you know how many types of Triscuts there are? How many types of Pepsi? and they all have little letters on what the difference is. I go slow, and I cope.

When the “depth part” of the vision went, I got frustrated all over again. The halls of my house looked like they were too narrow for me to go down. I had been going through these halls for years. I knew I could, but my eyes told my brain – no. i learned, i coped.

I would walk up to a curb, put my foot up to step on it and fall, I was 2 feet away. Frustrating.

I would reach for a glass, not even close. Take notes on paper, big letters. Go places I had never been – slowly. I have always been a go-getter and this put me into a much slower pace — frustrating — but I cope.

one blind mice