Cara Menjaga Mata Agar Tidak Minus Novels & Stories

Without spectacle. With care.

The doctor replied, “Genetics increases the tendency of developing the disorder.” Jay grew more concerned about Angeline’s condition. “How can I prevent it?” “You must ensure that she stays away from negative emotions as well as prevent her from paying too much attention to her eyes since that might only make the situation worse. In other words, prevent as much priming as possible.” Jay nodded. “Alright.” The maid brought in a bowl of congee for Angeline. However, she brought it out completely untouched a moment later.

It was the only part of him that looked flawed. "Your eye is twitching," I noted clinically. "My head hurts," he admitted, his raspy voice sounding genuinely strained. "The sun is hitting the concrete. Everything has a yellow shadow around it today." My chest tightened, but not from the social anxiety this time. "The double vision?" "Yeah." "Then you should not be outside without head protection. A baseball cap would reduce the peripheral light pollution by thirty percent." A faint, surprised smile touched his lips. It faded almost instantly, replaced by a grimace as he blinked rapidly. "Look at that. You actually care about my health."

Then he crouched in front of me so I could see his whole face. “Listen to me,” he said. “This is the part where I have to be a doctor and not just a guy who’s happy for you. You rest. You avoid bright screens, sudden light, strain. You do not read for long stretches. And you do not, under any circumstances, overuse these eyes in the first weeks. You understand?” “I understand.” I was lying. I wasn’t even listening, not really. I was watching dust move in a beam of light and I had not seen dust move in a beam of light in three years and I would have agreed to anything.

Maliban sa maliit na vial ng kanyang eye drop solution. Buong ingat niyang pinatakan ng tig-isa ang kanyang mga mata. Tatlong beses gawin ang ganito upang hindi matuyuan ng moisture ang mga iyon. After performing her nightly routine, muli siyang bumalik sa kama. She got rid of her outer garments. Puwede nang maging pantulog ang kanyang kamison. Humiga siya nang tuwid na tuwid habang nakatakip ng manipis na kumot ang kabuuan.

It was a common symptom that often occurred when patients with semi-permanent blindness experienced their eyes still struggling to focus. "Oh, this one is better," Chloe said after trying on the reddish-brown framed glasses Darren had just handed her. Chloe blinked a few times to adjust her vision. Feeling satisfied, she looked around to readjust herself. Everything looked much better now. She felt there was no need to worry too much. "I'll just use this pair of glasses, Darren." The man smiled broadly. "It's a relief to find the right one. It's a natural reaction as your eyes need time to adjust. Don't engage in too many activities outside without eye protection for now."

to me. I still felt uneasy that night, so I decided to drive home. After I parked the car in the underground garage, I heaved a sigh of relief. Surely Lyra wouldn't be able to drive my car away now. That night, before I went to bed, I received a call from the hospital. "Miss Willow, your eye exam results are in." My eyes had been hurting and blurry for the past few days, so I went for a checkup. The doctor said, "Your corneas are severely detached, and your retinas are also damaged. You need to have your corneas removed."

I asked, the question tasting bitter in my mouth. “For now,” he said carefully, folding his hands together on top of the desk, “medication, regular monitoring, and lifestyle adjustments. You’ll need to avoid too much strain, avoid direct bright lights when you can. Protect your vision as best as possible.” My throat went dry. Protect your vision. The phrase didn’t sound like advice. It sounded like a countdown. A warning. A threat. How was I supposed to protect my vision when skating was my life? How was I supposed to avoid bright lights when arenas were nothing but spotlights and glare?

“Pull the plug of his computer if you have to, young lady. Else, it’ll take him another year, if ever.” I looked at Brandon, raising my eyebrows. He rolled his eyes, reddened and still irritated from the tests. “It’s up to you, Brandon,” the doctor insisted. “We’ve already corrected your double vision. But this is no magic. If you really want to stop vision loss, you need to take care of your eyes. You’re lucky I don’t need to prescribe a higher magnification, but you’re almost there. If you can keep yourself in check and don’t overstrain your eyes, you can get rid of your glasses for good in November. Else, you’re gonna keep losing vision.”