the mist is caving in…. but i can see the PC up close….
it is a nightmare…. how did i end up like this…
so far… glaucoma… in Shrewsbury …. in this bungalow….
i think i would prefer to live in a little cottage….or smaller place….
i feel so alone…
where can i go….
stay at my brothers…..
be hemmed in….
i wish i had my own place….a little house or cottage by the sea….
please…
all i have done is potter around and my mist is thicker… emails, calls, support groups, book groups, facebook, twitter, radio group, social groups for visually impaired, people from groups who have friended who message me… i dont know half of them! why do people think they can just message me like this….. i am a sponge magnet for everyone….
i hope i can keep this last little bif of my vision….
Rosy’s Prose 